
I HAVE a confession for you.
In the past, I'm ashamed to say that despite my best efforts, I've sometimes not returned my library books on time. It was a foolish thing to do and I thoroughly deserved my 10p fine.
It IS a difficult admission but I feel that I can no longer forge ahead in my chosen field of The Written Word without cleansing my soul of such as terrible misjudgement.
Phew, I'm glad that's over.
Yes, it's certainly been a week for owning up to past misdemeanours (government ministers, BBC etc) so I thought I'd enter into the spirit.
I don't know about you, but I found all this apologising just a little toe-curling. It seems that we're never satisfied in this country unless people are getting clubbed across the head for their past mistakes. And then as sure as eggs is eggs, you get the calls for resignations.
Of course, all this does nothing other than to fill the gaps on the rolling 24 news channels (I'm not joking, the other day a 'news flash' came across the screen saying "Rain in Berkshire").
For the record, I couldn't give a toss whether government ministers took their Bob Marley obsessions a bit too far. In fact, I'd actually like Jacqui Smith to come clean and tell us whether she went the whole hog and actually sported dreadlocks, wore tie-dyed T-shirts, or ate nothing but tofu for a year. That for me would be a damn sight more cringeworthy than indulging in some Jamican Old Holborn while listening to No Woman No Cry.
But seriously, all this 'fessing up to what happened donkeys' years ago is to trivialise politics to the point where it becomes about as meaningful a debate as whether the world is flat or round.
So there, put that in your pipe and smoke it.
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Your Conscience wrote...
Yeah, but have you ever stolen the editor's precious red felt tips? I challenge you to come clean.
Posted by: Your Conscience | July 22, 2007 9:35 PM