The young lady depicted above is the delightful Leila Deen. This is not a treatise about young ladies in handcuffs, or bondage, or any other pursuit best carried out in private. Those in search of such titillation may find other places on the electric internet that cater for their curiosity, although I find it hard to believe that there are many. This is a salute to the workings of democracy and Ms Deen’s attempts to pursue said workings.
This morning lovely Leila threw some green custard over Peter Mandelson. For those of you unfortunate enough not to be of the British persuasion may not know about old Pete. He is an unelected member of the government, currently Minister for being an odious little tit with no principles and devoid of standards, to give him his full title. He is also a member of the House of Lords – Lord Shitpisswankfuckcunt of Bollocks is his title there, I believe. I cannot, of course, condone the throwing of custard, unless it was entirely vegan; there are more effective methods of overthrowing the lickspittles who run this country, but most of them involve armed insurrection, and I don’t want to get hurt.
Leila is no stranger to political process, but does not get all of the publicity that she deserves, largely because her sympathies are often at odds with those of her majesty’s press.
This morning she was on the electric radio. “The only thing green about Mandelson is the slime coursing through his veins”, she said. I doubt whether this was a comment made up off the cuff (cuff – geddit?), but I was enchanted by it. It set the slime that is in my veins racing, and warmed the outer edges of my heart.
If any of you are friends with Leila, let her know that I would like to become her adoptive uncle. In case any of the perverts made it past the second paragraph, I should be clear that the relationship I have in mind involves no commitment whatever on either side, other than my right to say “that is my niece, you know” when she is hauled off to the Tower.