(well, perhaps) British slant
on this dates from last year, and the Tory
party conference. Anne Widdecombe
, failed novelist
opposition minister nicknamed "Doris Karloff" for her resemblance to Frankenstein's monster
, decided that the way to get the utterly crippled Conservative
Party back into power at the next election
was to launch an immense crackdown on users of cannabis
users, at a stage in our country's history where marketing and advertising
executives are drug imagery to sell us all shit we don't need
and even 'respectable' mainstream newspapers1
say that, y'know, pot's probably not that
in the general scheme of things.
With brilliant timing
, seven Cabinet ministers then came out and admitted to have smoked cannabis
, utterly discrediting Widdecombe2
and plunging the party into even greater ridicule.
Thereafter, it became a trend on British streets for potheads
to approach their dealers
with an inquiry of "Got any Widdecombe?"
Although the fact that all of Fleet Street
takes enough cocaine
daily to kill a small horse
did not go unnoticed.
Although the fact that she celebrated her little tirade
with a glass of champagne
did not go unnoticed, along with leader William Hague
's boast that he regularly drank 14 pints
a day as a teenager