The Conservative chairman, Eric Pickles, last night appeared to disown the leadership of the Young Britons' Foundation, a rightwing training organisation for young Conservatives whose officials have described the NHS as "the biggest waste of money in the UK" and suggested the waterboarding of prisoners can be justified.
Pickles spoke last week at a YBF rally at the House of Commons and the group is working with Conservative Future, the party's official youth wing, on pre-election training of young Tory activists. But yesterday that relationship came under serious strain.
"We don't agree with these views," a spokesman for Pickles said in a brief statement. "The YBF organisation is independent of the Conservative party."
Sometimes, what you need is a Yorkshireman. But it would be very interesting to know if the Conservative Party actually knows what, legally, the YBF is, how much money it's received, and how much VAT has been paid.
This is interesting, too:
Cutts said that, as an organiser for Conservative Future's East Midlands region, he came under pressure from the national organisation to ensure there were sufficient paying customers for the YBF courses.
If this is a commercial arrangement in the meaning of Section 50 of the Act, it's a slightly unusual one.
(If anyone gets the joke in the title, I'll be delighted.)
6 comments:
Billy Liar, no? Specifically the bit where Cllr D catches on that Billy's taking the piss out of him.
You are right, although Phil "not the BNP" Edwards beat you to it on the other blog (and upped the bar by coming up with the next line in the skit).
The really funny bit is that it's only the gangling iron that's nonsense in that sentence - the rest is perfectly cromulent dialect, and I can remember people in Wharfedale and Keighley who actually used the verb "to laike" in conversation in the early 1990s. Admittedly, professional Yorkshiremen, but still.
Aye, well, I'm just about thraiped wi' t'YBF. It's neither muckling nor mickling. Now think on.
We used to use "to laike" with our school chums in Elland in 1975. (And we were recent immigrants from London).
I can just picture the calendars fluttering away ovver t'moors....
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