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is the headline of a hilariously satirical item in the (UK) Mail on Sunday, written by a Sinclair mcKay (who also apparently writes for 'thefirstpost.co.uk'.
Here are three paragraphs:
"10.13am The 'crimes' I am supposed to have committed - trifling subjects for debate among junior accountants - would, in Britain, be regarded as amusing fripperies. But bitterness, as Montaigne once averred, can be an insidious canker if it invades the soul. I must instead endure.
11.45am And as Montesquieux once wrote, and I quote loosely:'Reap and ye shall whirl.' So I am now throwing myself into bettering the lives of my new companions. I am in the prison library, teaching French to some less fortunate fellows. The zeal of their concentration - eyes half-closed, heads inclining to one side - is humbling.
1.15pm In the exercise yard, one of the larger fellows - his name, I think, is Puffer D - asks how I am coping after what he terms my life of bling. I take issue with this jackanapes. He does not realise that, away from the public gaze, Barbara and I led a life of intense frugality. An average evening would see us enjoying a television-centred supper of Chateaubriand with a blithe Petrus '61. The same as everyone else."
And so it goes on. Absolutely hlarious!
At the foot of the article, are a few more snippets, including:
"BARBARA AMIEL: I'm kind of thinking that I shouldn't wear that Marie Antoinette fancy dress costume to your appeal."
and
"GEORGE W BUSH: Hang in there, big fella, ah'm a-gonna get you a pardon as soon as I can."
Couldn't find the article on the Mail website.
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