![]() ![]() Redistribution of wealth through taxation. A national health service, free to everyone who needed it. This ludicrous attempt to squeeze the history of the countless millennia into half an hour's worth of crappy riffs and chord changes suddenly seemed no more Quixotic than all the things my dad and his colleagues had been working towards for so long. I thought about Phillip and his stupid rock symphony and I swear that my eyes pricked with tears. The same triumphalism, the same excitement, not because something new was being created, but because something was being destroyed. He giggled like a little maniac, and stared at me for a second or two before running off, and in that time I saw exactly the same thing I'd seen in Stubbs's eyes the day before. "The death of the socialist dream," he said. ![]() I didn't say anything, so he supplied the answer himself. "Look! What's this?"Īt that precise moment, his sparkler fizzled out. He held the sparkler up in front of my face and said, "Wait. I felt like sticking one on him, the cheeky bastard. “Hey - Duggie! Duggie! Duggie!" He came running up to me, sparkler in hand. ![]()
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