Life and War with Mikey Fatboy Delgado
Monday, October 31, 2016
I have twenty or so copies of Life and War with Mikey Fatboy Delgado to give
away (or swap, if you have a copy of your own book that you'd like to go to a good
Email your address to fatboydelgado at hotmail dot com and you can soon be taking
it to bed with you or propping up your wonky fireside chair with it. If you wouldn't
touch it with a bargepole but know someone who might, let them know.
Before Hutton, before Butler, before Chilcot,
Mikey Fatboy Delgado was looking into the matter...
In the spring of 2003 the Iraq war is underway and
Mikey is almost all in favour of it. It makes for good
television and is improving his sex life. If only the BBC
would sort out those green pictures of fighting in the
dark he might even be prepared to cough up for a licence.
And if only corrupt policing and the amount that Blair grins
weren't so unsettling he would be able to relax and enjoy
watching the highlights of the fighting more.
“Saddam has bitten the kids and pissed on
the mat and eaten our ganja and he won’t
stop fucking barking, so bosh, ta-ta, thanks
for all the fish, and fucking goodnight Irene.
Your services are no longer required, Saddam.
You are going up the motorway, pal.”
A Companion Reader to the Chilcot Report
Can't wait to reckon the price of blood?
Read the Unofficial Appendix while you wait.
A snapshot of the state of the nation back then.
"The story of a boy who wanted to wear Levi jeans
and a cowboy hat and to be taken seriously by
the big boys. The story of the Famous Five
and the Arab boy." ---- Blyton's Believe it or Not