Marxist London: A Taxonomy

Marquis

I awoke late yesterday morning to a message demanding, at short notice, “a palette cleanser,” to alleviate the bad taste left by certain recent hostilities. “You could do something on Labour,” he says. This comes after last week, when they described me as “the Woke wing of J’accuse.” Well, message received. If it’s Woke you want it’s Woke you’re going to get, yes sir, yes sir, three bags full, sir.