New Interview With The Spectator

Hello, just sharing a new podcast I did with Will Kingston of The Spectator. I was on pretty good form so I think it is well worth a listen here or here.

I’ve got a bit behind on my own podcasts due to my holiday, which ended yesterday, but hopefully this makes up for it.

While we are here, I was lying awake the other night thinking about Keir Starmer, as one does, and the following words came to me:

Starmer is a managerial midwit.
A brittle man of winter.
A dead-eyed shark pushing ever forward towards his next grim, mechanical task. 
You could coax Shakespeare himself down from the heavens to tell him of all England’s beauty and he would only be annoyed that you had kept him from his busywork. 
He is a ruddy-faced nothing, an interloper.
To call him a traitor flatters him, as the traitor surely has some sense of his own wrongdoing. Starmer lacks the imagination to arrive even at the foothills of his own wretchedness.
His emptiness could fill entire stadia. 
He is the final form of managerial man, signing Britain’s death warrant before lunch and never thinking about it twice.
To detest him is normal, yet pointless.
Hatred slides off him like water off some cheap synthetic fabric.
He is the blank-faced destroyer of joy, freedom and invention. He is death on prescription, equally distributed.
He is nameless dread, the void, the negation that cannot be negated.
He is the end of hope.

In short, I am not a fan.

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I’m not sure what this is really, perhaps a soliloquy or just a ‘bit of writing’, but I was inspired to produce it, and judging from the public and private response to the tweet, many agree with what I said.

What do you think?

Best,
Nick