Has Gail Walker joined the Socialist Workers Party? I ask merely for information, as this week’s column puzzled me not inconsiderably.
I was prepared for Gail to be banging on about Prince William’s on-off relationship with Kate Middleton, a subject that interests Gail and myself in inverse proportions. But I wasn’t prepared to find this zinger halfway through, apropos of royal deer-hunting:
Indeed, there is something visceral nowadays in our loathing of the idea of the Royals hunting. You don’t have to be a dyed-in-the-wool Socialist Worker to have your class hackles raised. Their land. Their ghillies. Their deer. Their ‘sport’. Meanwhile, we are supposed to tug our forelocks and just recognise ‘the rights of our betters’.
Really, when was the last time you saw such a forthright declaration of class war in the Telegraph? And the Eamonn McCann column doesn’t count.
Not only that, but Gail goes on to deal with these saucy schoolteachers who have produced a pinup calendar. To which I say, suits you, miss! Again, I would have expected Gail to take the puritan line here, but it’s a bit of a shock to read her describing the calendar as “postmodern” and “new laddish”. At this point you start to suspect that the column is being ghostwritten by Lindsey German or Judith Orr.
Has Gail, the Tele’s scourge of the “liberal left”, seen the error of her ways? Or has a careless sub mixed up her copy with Captain Eamo’s? Will we open tomorrow’s Telegraph to find Eamonn McCann proclaiming “Scrap the licence fee”, “Send more troops to Iraq now” or “Down with the Spice Girls”? On second thoughts, Eamo might go for the last one.
Can we rely on nothing in this crazy world?