I'm not going to let Brian be the only entrant for this!
Well, well. Twenty-two years since I buried her metaphorically and now I'm getting to do it literally! My finest hour, that was. Old Geoffrey played his part back in ‘91, of course, but ultimately it was yours truly who wielded the axe... axe... chopper... choppers... oh yes, Westland. There were times during some of those Cabinet meetings in ‘85 I could have happily chucked her into the rotors of one of their helicopters. Should have been obvious to anyone with any sense that a European merger was best, you only had to look at the facts... facts... fax... tax... God, the poll tax! That would have wiped us out come the ‘92 election, but the lady wasn't for turning. Was she ever? Fortunately salvation was at hand. Cometh the hour, cometh the man. Except what did the silly sods do in the end? Choose Major... major... major bloody disappointment!
Last edited by Rob Stuart; 04-29-2013 at 04:14 PM.
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