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Rod Liddle

Spittle is the only thing Labour has left

I’m perfectly qualified to dispense ‘community justice’ with the loutish protestors at the Tory party conference

10 October 2015

9:00 AM

10 October 2015

9:00 AM

I have started salivating excessively at night. I wake each morning in a pillowed swamp of my own effluvium, a noisome pond which is — I suspect — redolent of rapidly approaching death. I have done the hypochondriac thing and googled the possible causes and there’s a whole bunch of stuff — pancreatitis, close exposure to ionising radiation, rabies, pregnancy, serotonin disease and liver failure, to name but a few.

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