Here I go again, shamelessly laughing at my own jokes; this is from July 5, 2011. It must have been a slow news day:
“British movies give such dignified portraits of the ruling elite there. You can imagine my surprise then on reading a book describing Winston Churchill holding breakfast meetings in his bed with cigar & whiskey, attended by a stinky poodle, a parakeet perched & pooping on his bald head. They really ought to teach the truth of history more like the farce it was.”