Our lady (of tesco
and of the tescolonies
and of the tescolonisation
of the Matters of
Britain and Europe
and its botched grab
at Chindia
nay
and of the Great Mind
th’Astral
Dame de la Sainte Terre
and of
the B.E.
mystical files mystical dossiers
built up about you
are legion are legendary
and thus I quote (from one:
‘This is not the first time I have raised issues relating to Westminster City Council here. I make no apologies for that. There is long-unfinished business. The deputy leader of the council recently described me as a “Shirley Porter obsessive”. I am afraid that that is characteristic of his party’s casual and often concerted attempts to undermine those who have been critical of Shirley Porter and her policies over the years…’
Milady may the covings of the heavenly malls
descend to the glorifying
of thy name and of thy
necklaced lipsticked shoulderpadded aura
(and the smileyface emblazoned on thy pendant
of – in your case – Sol the bad loser)
to be an icon of conservatism
for the generations hereafter:
the new Devil’s Dam
o’ Porterloo
‘If I have an obsession, it was probably nurtured during my time as a councillor in Westminster. That is why, some 18 years after the events of which we complained began, 15 years after we registered our objection with the auditor, 10 years after he produced his provisional findings of “disgraceful, improper and unlawful” gerrymandering in Westminster, eight years after he published his formal findings of “wilful misconduct”, seven years after the High Court endorsed those findings, three years after the Law Lords pronounced on what they judged to be “a deliberate, blatant and dishonest use of public power” amounting to “political corruption”, and a year after the European Court of Human Rights rejected Shirley Porter’s final legal campaign as “manifestly ill-founded”and “inadmissible”, we still seek justice…’
O Milady of the 5p cemeteries, asbestos dream-homes, and gold-rimmed
chaise de
(euphemism
thine acquilinity ravens us
(oh every little hurts
from Holyland to Everglades
and ee’n the Great Vault
ineffable and unutterable
of thy 24 hour
t***o
Niall McDevitt
(Text from deposition by Peter Bradley, 30 June 2004)
Art by Mike Lesser and Nick Victor