his champagne. Ed was about ten yards way. Slater shouted after him,
'Well, when it does fall, and you do fry, I just hope you remember what a
fucking wonderful idea you thought it was!' Ed didn't react. town sex people in
nearby deckchairs and other groups of people also sunning town sex themselves did,
though, looking over.
'Sh,' Sara said lazily. 'You won't do any town sex good shouting at him like town sex that.'
'He's an idiot,' Slater said, collapsing back on the grass.
'He's entitled to town sex his
views,' Graham said.
'town sex Oh, don't be stupid, Graham,' Slater snapped. 'He reads the Sun on the
bus every morning going to work.'
'So?' Graham said.
'
Well, my dear boy,' Slater said, talking through rictused lips, 'if he
spends half town sex an hour each day shovelling shit into his brain, you can't
expect his ideas to do anything else but stink, can you?'
'He's still entitled to his views,' Graham said, town sex feeling town sex awkward under
Sara's gaze, her cool town sex regard. He played with a few blades of grass,
twisting them in his fingers. Slater sighed.
'If he had any of his own, I might allow you that, Graham, but the
question is: are the proprietors of
Fleet Street entitled town sex to Edward's
views? No?' He came more upright, leaning on one elbow and looking at
Graham. Graham made a town sex face and shrugged.
'You expect too much of people,' Sara told Slater. He looked at her
through hooded eyes, one eyebrow raised.
'Do town sex I indeed?'
'They're not all like you. They really don't town sex think the way you do.'
'They just town sex don't think, period,' Slater snorted. Sara smiled and Graham
town sex was glad she was talking; it let him look at her, drink her in, without
either of them feeling town sex embarrassed.
'That's just it,' Sara smiled. They do, of course they do. But they
believe in different things, town sex they have different priorities, and a lot of
them wouldn't want some town sex perfect socialist state even if you could bring it
about.' Slater snorted with derision at this.
'Great, so they're now getting ready to vote town sex themselves five more years of
cuts, poverty and exciting new methods of incinerating millions of our
fellow human beings. Certainly a long way from your ideal socialist state;
what is this, town sex the de Sade town sex school of political sociology?'
'So they get what town sex they deserve,' town sex Sara said. 'Why do you pretend to care so
much more about them than they do themselves?'
'Oh, fuck,' Slater said, 'I give in.' He collapsed back on