On Playing Bridge
I seem to have annoyed Mr. Gordon Walker —and all because I observed that the real reason for his defeat at Smethwick was because he was a 'casual and inefficient Member of Parliament.' Hence I suppose all of those absurd pictures of him shopping at the local Co-op—and how often do you think he will be seen there after Thursday, January 21? Henct also the equally absurd 'miniature Foreign Office' (one empty room) at Leyton Town Hall, as if Leyton was in the Scilly or Shetland Isles, instead of in Greater London. But, after a carefully phrased exoneration of the Tories and myself for the behaviour of the fascists, Mr. Gordon Walker unleashed what he clearly meant to be his final insult. l was 'a good bridge player.' In fact, I have played twice, once by accident and once by design, in the last five years or so. But to me the intriguing part of Mr. Gordon Walker's assault is that'clearly the pejorative word is not 'brjdge player,' but 'good.' If only I hadn't played quite so well, all would have been forgiven.
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