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Rod Liddle

You won't believe this story about my friend, Jeremy Corbyn and the owl

The real disgust wasn’t about the pig’s head. It was about the awful band Supertramp

26 September 2015

8:00 AM

26 September 2015

8:00 AM

A friend of mine once watched Jeremy Corbyn try to rape an owl. This was the early to mid-1980s. The Labour leader used to come round to my squat in Leytonstone and we’d sit cross–legged on the floor, sniffing glue from a large plastic bag, and listen to Camper Van Beethoven’s ‘Take The Skinheads Bowling’.

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