Old Friends
Sir: 'Few things have disgusted me more than Auberon Waugh's year-in year-out attacks on the wholly just and overdue demands of the disabled to be given the same facilities in Britain increasingly avail- able to them in most European countries' (Books, 21 September).
If this high-minded sermon had come from Booker, for instance, I would even now be plotting some elaborate revenge. But it is our old friend Alastair Forbes up to his tricks again, the man who mocked the great Sir Peregrine Worsthorne for his quiff in callous disregard of the fact that the poor chap was obviously born with it.
Shut up, Ali. You are a silly and mean old tart. Soon Literary Review will be the only magazine prepared to print your bile and venom and we pay only £25 a review.
Auberon Waugh
Literary Review, 51 Beak Street, London W1
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