Of course, we have our greasy former premier sleazing himself a top US lawyer to broker deals for his memoirs. This rat made a totally limp-wristed goodbye speech in front of a fawning parliament, got a fat cat non-job the next day, and is now hawking his version of, quite frankly, ten disturbing years in charge to the highest bidder. Am I being harsh? If you forced me to, however, I would read the pertinent chapter just to hear what he has to say about Dr David Kelly. Might be a coating of gloss over that.

We, as a species, have reached a point of evolutionary stalemate. 95% of us are going to have to work out how to digest dirt. The other 5% are gonna have to work out how to digest banknotes. Unless...