|LETTERS FROM LONDON
|REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL
10 October 2011
|1. Going on a Holiday
It’s said that ‘politics makes for strange bed-fellows’. This time it isn’t William
Hague and his younger special adviser, it’s the defence secretary and his
younger special adviser – i.e. his ‘best man’. They have been inseparable for
15 years apparently meeting when Adam Werritty was a 20 year old student at
Edinburgh University and Dr Liam Fox gave a lecture.
Adam Werritty is referred to as ‘the best man’ as well as ‘the best man’ at Dr
F's suspect wedding which took place a week after the then 43 year old
bachelor shadow foreign secretary had entertained a group of British students
in a Paris hotel with one 20 year old spending the night...a week before Fox ran
against Call Me Dave, etc for leadership of the party. Nothing dubious there.
Sleep-overs, flat sharing, matching outfits, karaoke, taxpayer holidays, first
class travel, ‘coincidental’ encounters, Tory donor funding, dodgy business
associations and arms deals. Dear oh dear. Friends say that when Fox and
Werritty make a toast, "It is to Queen and country".
Gay or not gay - not the point. It’s his lies and appointment of AW as executive
director and sole employee of Atlantic Bridge, that US neo-con shadowy super-
right-wing charity Dr Fox set up 17 years ago recently closed down because it
turned out not to be charitable at all. Tut tut.
A YouGov poll has found that only 19% of Brits think Fox should keep his job.
According to a Nivea Closeness report, Brits spend £11,495 a year on their
‘best’ friend, on average 28 hours a month together, 22 hours communicating
via email, social networks or phone. Has Dr Fox been a bit more generous with
his best man who made a mere £20,000 in 4 years while his travel expenses
were at least £85,000, 40 meetings in 18 months? Perhaps the honeymoon has
lasted a bit too long.
A Tory friend has said Dr F is ‘a victim of smear and innuendo...one of the
most insidious and personal vendettas that I have seen in politics’. Now who
doesn’t take their best friend on all their business, defence, holiday trips? He
has been seen sneaking into number 10 via the back door. We’re in The Thick
of It now.
Dr F has said: "I accept that it was a mistake to allow distinctions to be blurred
between my professional responsibilities and my personal loyalties to a friend.”
Perhaps he could use Foxy Knoxy’s slick PR firm at this moment in time. He’s
having himself investigated. Follow the money....
2. The Single Lady
I’m afraid I didn’t succumb to Beyonce (the only woman who has ever been
pregnant) at Glastonbury ‘doin’ it for feminism’ by gyrating in tiny pants on
stage – so boring – but to rip off De Keersmaeker – now that is just wrong –
Beyonce’s new Countdown video is a duplicate of Belgian modern dance
choreographer Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker’s 1983 Rosas Danst Rosas, last
performed in 2009. Other moves duplicate Achterland, which won a Dance
Screen award in 1994. Did she think we wouldn’t remember or recognize De
Keersmaeker’s brilliant choreography?
De K told a Danish blog: "I didn't know anything about this. This is stealing.
What's rude about it is that they don't even bother about hiding it. They seem to
think they could do it because it's a famous work." Or because they have no
imagination or inventiveness. When asked if she was perhaps proud that
Beyonce was copying her moves: "Am I honoured? Look, I've seen local school
kids doing this. That's a lot more beautiful."
Beyonce told MTV News that the video contained "German [sic] modern dance
references, believe it or not". She explained the process as "evolving [and]
spontaneous". Lest we forget, the Single Ladies video was ripped off from Bob
Fosse and her performance at the Billboard Music Awards was ‘inspired’ by
pop singer Lorella Cuccarini. Rumour has it that she added padding to her
bump on Australian TV. Beyonce's publicist Yvette Noel-Schure said the reports
on the false bump were: "Stupid, ridiculous and false." No one ever said you
had to be clever to be famous.
3. I Saw Her Standing There
Sir Paul is clearly in love – with himself. He may as well have slammed his new
American heiress wife’s legs in the door of his getaway Lexus. She was
dumped in the back seat while he jumped in the front with the driver and
naturally waved to the adoring crowds. Whose favourite is he now?