DOUBLE OR QUITS
Collecting Tales from Real England airbrushed by the Monopoly Media. Erased for being White, Indigenous, Male- and conservative.
Dinner for One? Excerpt from Autobiography 1
If you want to know what will be happening in your near future (especially re ballooning UK Taxes to fund your own Mass Migration Replacement), skip swirling the tea leaves and the Gypsy Clairvoyant...
You could do worse than check on the latest stellar career move of the “Illuminati” protected protege, “Nick (No Tuition Fees, Ever) Clegg”.
From Deputy PM to Facebook to... Pastures New?
Like chummy Rishi and The Millipede Brothers, who also seemed to have disappeared down the back of the political sofa- with his US Passport.
Unfortunately for us, not for long enough.
I knew (of) “Cleggy” a bit, when he was at Robinson College, Cambridge. He’ll probably remember to forget, our mutual Eton pals bombing around The Backs, smoking “cigars” in an open-top, rusty Triumph...
Ah. Halcyon Days. “Fetch my Teddy, Cleggy- Brideshead here we come”...
He was a dangerous Fool then. Even more dangerous now.
Because, like his Milliband partners-in-crime, he genuinely believes in what he is doing.
Lord Carrington, ex Foreign Secretary had the estate neighbouring Clegg’s “Pappa”. His biog. won’t tell you that’s how “The Boy” swung his first plum EU job- on his undoubted “skill and merit”.
Bit like Cameron’s “Call from The Palace”… That got his CV to the top of the Conservative Central Office slush pile.
To name-drop, if I may a little more, I first met Cameron there, before he became “Dave”. (Like that quote about “Knowing Doris Day- before she became a virgin”). He, lolling back in his swivel chewing on an egg mayonnaise sandwich. (At least I think it was, egg mayonnaise).
“Ah- Les Anglais, never think it polite to change. “Plus ca change”, as the English say.
Don’t be fooled, again. Like Blair, by Clegg’s matey, “Democratised” accent. He’s one of The Chosen Ones”.
I know whereof I speak. Having spurned the advances of “Help”, an offer I couldn’t refuse, from our “Illuminati” friends in High (and very Low) places. Not once, I humble-brag, but twice. (As I detailed in my “Dinner for Two” at Schillerstroms).
And, unlike my two “Kellogg” cousins. (Yep- father’s great grandma had been engaged to “The Father of The Cornflake” - W.K. Kellogg). One, working for the UN (Quelle surprise). The other was in “Cheltenham”. Even less of a suprise, being something of a family business. Great Grandpapa, one of the first to be inducted into SIS by the original “C” himself. You’ll have to purchase the book to find out Why, How and When...
Our Mutual Friends like to mention, en passant, how they can get you anything you want. And, a few things you never knew existed. (Or were physically possible).
Fortunately, I can’t help being, a “simple man”.
Our persuasive “Friends” can’t seem to get it. Though they would disagree, some people are just Not For Sale. Don’t need the money. Don’t trust Fame- and don’t want a Medal.
They should’ve kept me on The Inside.
To invert Conan Doyle’s observation, “When a Doctor goes to the Good- he goes very Good indeed”. He is the worst enemy to have.
Better to be a Nobody, past-less. Something we Sleepers become very good at.
But that, as they say, really is another story.
FROM AUTOBIOGRAPHY 1 -JAMES CHANEL- AMAZON KDP BARNES & NOBLE