WHO NEEDS comedians when you’ve got 650 here-today-gone-tomorrow white collar bullshitters, a greedy civil service whirling through a 1000rpm revolving door, and a force of rozzers taking gardening leave till early retirement beckons? All of them people whose speciality is an extreme form of dramatic irony.
They stitch themselves up with every utterance, every lie, every boast, every greasing, every act of morally squalid deceit. They are deaf to their words, blind to their actions, moronically unaware of their effects. And they simply don’t know
