Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Mrs T needs a Sandy Powell moustache.
Didn't you used to be his dresser?
For all the flinging about of Left and Right labels images of Tony and Gordon could readily be placed in the photograph. They were just as much children of Mrs Thatcher. Perhaps That scruffy kid Jeremy could be seen looking on at a distance with a scowl, carrying a peashooter.
Yes, you couldn't put a fag paper between them until the little rotter Corbyn turned up.