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			<title>saltire on "The Conservative MP , The Gay Cowboy.....and me."</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 18 Apr 2010 07:17:30 +0000</pubDate>
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			<description>&#60;p&#62;Sat 9:30am.Standing outside the railway station in a sleepy Kent village.The sun is shining,the air is filled with annoying birdsong.&#60;br /&#62;
I've arranged over the internet to meet someone selling a piece of furniture. After about twenty minutes a shabbily dressed gentleman sidles up behind me and introduces himself 'Good Morning,I'm Tony the others will be here in a minute.' Sure enough , the others arrive.More 4x4s than you can shake a stick at.My 10yr Corsa looking decidedly out of place. A group of twenty or so assembles before the great man himself arrives The local Tory MP. His agent brays out instructions to the assembled re-leafleting etc.&#60;br /&#62;
Tony whispers to me that he,Tony, is far more right wing than the others.I nod in agreement.&#60;br /&#62;
The MP addresses me 'Thanks for coming to help' Errr..sorry but I'm here to meet Clint McCabe.Right on cue Clint arrives in a bright yellow MG,dressed for a night out with Randolph Scott. 'Saltire ? Saltire ?' That's me I reply,to giggles from the crowd.&#60;br /&#62;
'I've got your leather chair in the car ' he announces followed by a potted family history of ranches in Idaho and Arizona.Crowd smirks.&#60;br /&#62;
'It's a reproduction Clint'&#60;br /&#62;
'Yeah but it looks real'&#60;br /&#62;
'No it fucking doesn't Clint'&#60;br /&#62;
'It really doesn't' chimes in the agent&#60;br /&#62;
'Who asked you Adolph ?'&#60;br /&#62;
We agree a price then spend an eternity trying to load it into my Corsa.Clint minces off toward his car, stops for a second looks the MP up and down disapprovingly and he's gone.The crowd parts slowly to allow me to exit.Tony the shabby fascist gives me a smile of sorts.They're not all locked up yet.&#60;/p&#62;
&#60;p&#62;p.s. anybody want to buy a 'real' leather armchair ?
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