Along with Bob, John, Paul, George and Ringo and Mick and Keef, and the birth pill, and hash and LSD and the Underground Press, spotty, nerdy, young Jack Hooter Straw, he claims, invented the sixties. Straw, poncing about in robes and black stockings a few weeks back, also, earlier this year, told Westminster's father confessor, Bald Jock Neill, that he wanted to be remembered as the man who put an end to deference, although not of course, to himself. Hooter Straw is the biggest cunt of them all. And creepy, too; looks like he should be in a leather trenchcoat, pulling peoples fingernails out. I don't know if there's any truth in runours that he wanders Leeds naked under his Crombie, save for underwear fashioned from the skins of dead Iraqi children and that his personal detectives find vagrants for him to urinate on but nothing would surprise me about him, absolutely fucking nothing. This cunt is from a dark place.
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