By Veronica


I did some clearing out at the weekend, tackling the boxes under the bed. S is a fiend for throwing stuff out, but I'm not so good at it; I can only do it in very short bursts. On this occasion most of the time was spent reading old letters and snippets of stuff that used to be pinned up above my desk. Not much got thrown out.

So this is officially a cheating blip, of some cartoon strips from the New Statesman in February 1986. This was at the height of the Wapping disputes; I worked in publishing at the time, and the cartoons gave me a hearty laugh. Now I reflect that this was an ominous precursor of newspapers today, when "news" is often made up of cut and pasted tweets.

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