Letts Rip!
Throughout the New Labour years - that decade of deceit, that era of wretched wriggle - the Daily Mail''s Quentin Letts has maintained a lonely, vehement vigil. Like a lone clay pigeon shot squinting through his sights at a sky black with targets, he has fired his daily bullets at the poseurs and pooh-bahs of British public life.
John Prescott? BANG! Alan Sugar? BANG BANG!
Peter Mandelson, Harriet H...
Throughout the New Labour years - that decade of deceit, that era of wretched wriggle - the Daily Mail''s Quentin Letts has maintained a lonely, vehement vigil. Like a lone clay pigeon shot squinting through his sights at a sky black with targets, he has fired his daily bullets at the poseurs and pooh-bahs of British public life.
John Prescott? BANG! Alan Sugar? BANG BANG!
Peter Mandelson, Harriet H...
