Thursday, March 01, 2012

The Prime Minister riding a horse loaned by the Metropolitan Police to the editor of The Sun. Satirists, lay down your pens. Life wins.

So says this guy, but it was ever thus - the various mansion-dwellers of the Palatine compete to proclaim their ostentatious devotion to the grubby Aventine plebs, but forget their differences every night while they rut their way around the Subura.

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