Tim Blair


New Criterion



Thursday, April 17, 2003
LIKE EVERY RELIGIOUS SERVICE Late Night Live starts and ends with the sort of music that makes you realise that this world is truly a vale of tears. It's a piece of music called, I believe, the Gastropod Gambol.

Since the beginning of the Iraq war this ponderous piece of jelly has been replaced by an even heavier confection in the form of a dirge. A Gastropodic whine with rhythm, just.

Phil has decided to keep this offence to the ear active, despite the end of fighting. Why, he doesn't really explain.

Is he still mourning for Saddam, or waiting for a resurrection?