Tony Banks, Labour MP, was working himself into a telegenic lather in the House of Commons the other day. When I say telegenic, I don't mean to imply that Banks was insincere; his rage positively reeked of sincerity. Who, he said, did this, this greengrocer, who lived in Mexico and didn't even pay tax in Britain, think he was an meddle in British affairs? It was an oddly snobbish thing to say about an international tycoon, and Banks spat out the word 'greengrocer' as though selling food were a form of mass murder.
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