This week’s essay is on Thatcherism. Eugh. That’ll be fun, won’t it? Still, for all her faults she doesn’t seem to have been as bad as Calvin who got a nice lecture devoted to him this morning. You don’t really have to martyr yourself to Freud to see that sending round thugs ‘elders’ to people’s houses who are suspected of the grievous act of dancing might indicate a teeny weeny bit of sexual repression lurking underneath the curly-bearded man. Let it out man!
On the topic of sexual repression, you can stop e-mailing me to tell me that Dumbledore’s gay now welcome news as it is! It did remind me of one of the most irritating aspects of the last Harry Potter book, which was (and stop reading for spoilers) the ‘marriages’ of some of the main characters at the end. I don’t have the book to hand, but as far as I can remember – and Sanna semi-confirms this – it doesn’t actually say they are married. Couples, sure, with children, yes, but not married. Evidently David Cameron’s marriage bribe policy doesn’t apply to the magic world.
Of course they’ll be married. And Harry will vote Tory, and read the FT, and smoke a pipe. And wear slippers.