A Diatribe Number 2.19

Messrs McCartney,Jagger,Ozzy (Head the Ball) Osborne and all you
groovy people who said you were glad to be part of our movement for
long enough to make you rich.
Yes the voice you are hearing is the daft bugger who bought your stupid
records and went to see you when you were straight enough to
tour.
Well I would like you to know that when I saw you prancing on the
gardens of Buckingham Palace and touching the forelock at
Royalty,
I have to recall the time when I imagined that the only way that I
would see you at the aforementioned Palace was to drag its inhabitants
out in a tumbril.

All right we knew that Mr Jagger was a reactionary as soon as we saw
him hanging out with debutantes. You only pretended to be Jumpin' Jack
Flash.
Al right we knew that loveable old Ozzy was so challenged in the
mental health area that he couldn't be expected to know the difference
between a Royal and a piece of turd.
We recognise that for Ozzy, to be so fortunate in his choice of
therapies for his mental health problems, that they seem to benefit his
financial security, this is, indeed, just a stoke of damn good
luck.

What about old lovable moptop Paul though. Despite all, I expected
better from you !

Am I being naive ?
In the words of Leonard Cohen "Each man has his own way of betraying
the revolution. This is mine."

But most of us are forced into this betrayal by the neccessity to earn
a living in a world where it is often difficult. We sell out because
our children are crying for food or our spouses are beginning to
despise us.

So it is with wonder that we watch while Ben Elton sells his soul to
Andrew Lloyd Webber and we say :
"Were you really that poor ? What happened to the money that you made
from all your TV appearances and your books ?"

"In cases like this it is a kindness to suggest that you have a drug or
gambling problem."