I hope I do not evince an alarming degeneracy of character in saying that I would be sorry to meet Paul Marks without having a large cream pie handy.
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He is, astonishingly, an elected Conservative politician:
http://www.kettering.gov.uk/councillors/54/paul_marks
Two pies, then.
Oh, and if you feel inclined to link to it, here is another reply to Mr Marks and his friends:
http://www.ncc-1776.org/tle2012/tle685-20120826-03.html
I don’t get it. You can’t cut someone’s throat with a cream pie.
…or can you?
Depends what’s in the pie.
Describing Mr Marks as an overblown windbag got me barred from Samizdata. It seems I was too polite.
Madness, really.