Arturo also told me that Georgy, from No 11, is in a real tizzy! You see, it was Georgy - very enamoured of a certain Mr Murdoch and the red-haired vamp known as Rebekah, who encouraged Boy David to get involved with News International! Of course, our smart talking, fast moving Boy David didn't need much encouragement - he'd have done anything - almost anything - to get his foot behind the doors of No 10! Once he met the NI group, he too fell deeply in love with their promises of future greatness! He should have read Dr Faustus - instead of Politics - at Oxford.
The promises were duly delivered too! The lumbering bear, Brown, was sent off to the wilderness of the woods and the keys to the door of No 10 were presented to the trembling hands of Boy David.
But, my friends, as you all know, presents often come with a price tag. The price tag this time was one Andrew Coulson!
I expect Boy David, like Dr Faustus, must be wringing his hands and pleading for midnight to keep away.
O lente, lente, currite noctis equi!
However, there is one amazing irony in all of this. Our Mephistopheles, talking in poetic terms - you understand - Georgy from No 11, has suffered at the hands of the very people he thought would gain power for his friend. Yes! Ironic though it is - it seems that Georgy's own phone was hacked by 'The News of the World'. Whatever were they thinking of? Georgy is as removed from scandal as is the rose in the rose garden! Surely, they did not think anything salacious lurked behind his phone calls.
And now the curtain is hovering, about to come down on this tragi-comedy, this modern Dr Faustus.
Dwell on the final Chorus in Marlowe's great play, perhaps all politicians, of whatever hue, should read it before seeking power:
Faustus is gone! Regard his hellish fall,
Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise
Only to wonder at unlawful things:
Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits
To practice more than heavenly power permits.
Bye.
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