Who Cares If They're True?

They're great stories!

From KK's email, forwarded from a friend in the U.K., we learn of the recent outing of a politician, for being a drunk and lying about it. KK's friend goes on to describe some other sots in recent British memory. For example, one George Brown, foreign minister and deputy prime minister in the Labour government of the 1960s:

In 1966 or 67 he was hosting a dinner in London in honour of the visiting Turkish President. Halfway through dinner as the diplomatic niceties in the form of speeches were droning on George lurched to his feet and declared "Mr President, you don't want to listen to this bullshit - let's go and have a drink!"

Later that year he immeasurably improved our diplomatic relations with Peru.

At a grand reception in that country the Foreign Secretary tottered up to a figure resplendent in a fetching purple frock and slurringly asked her for a dance. She turned him down with the response: "First you are drunk. Second this is not a waltz, it is the Peruvian national anthem. And third, I am not a woman, I am the Cardinal Archbishop."

. . . . . CKC also wrote this morning, to tell us that Howard Stern, who has recently moved to satellite radio, has a new sidekick. His name is George Takei.

Yes, you read that right. Mr. Sulu is now broadcasting from outer space.