Over the course of my life, I've been variously described by critics as 'a vicious, suburban-minded bigot', 'a Nazi' and, rather surprisingly, 'a Bolshevik', all of which seem a tad harsh - I'm at most a vaguely libertarian throwback, at least emotionally, to a happier, simpler time when Harold Macmillan was Prime Minister, Britannia still ruled at least some of the waves and doctors in magazine ads actually encouraged you to smoke. I devote my time to the taking of occasional potshots at the passing political scene and the (entirely unsuccessful) pursuit of intelligent, classically beautiful women.
Think of me as the 'irate, tireless minority' in the Adams quote, although not in the same way that Jesse Jackson is. That said, if McDonalds promises to keep me in $2000 suits, I'll never call them 'racists' again.