David Davis

Thanks to Guido, we can spot stuff that we would miss. I don’t know how the old bugger does it: I have not mostly the time to scratch my bum as you all know. he must have, like hazel Blears fears, an army of blog-driven-researchers, endlessly fighting to the end of their strength and beyond, to distort what the Stalinist Labour left thinks of as the “correct” “terms of discourse”.

But, through the efforts of the great man and his army-corps-sized-stadium full of anti-Hazel-Blears-researchers, I’m glad I did not miss this, which is a moving and sad song. In this time of remembering “all the men whose names live on these walls”, we must not miss the point of what they – and perhaps we if we were less lucky – did (and do even today) for the only environment which has (or could) encompass liberalism and libertarianism.

The bugles calling from sad shires did not call because they wanted a society full of State-Cameras, health-and-safety laws, identity-cards, and the endarkenment of language by the removal of words and thoughts…

…the bugles called because they, and the men they fruitlessly called home never to return, wanted the opposite. Here they all are now:-