For some time now Sir Christopher Lee has made something of a study of a particular kind of Evil. It began with horror films, progressed into character studies of twisted and powerful men and has, of late, crossed over into the narration for songs by sinister Italian heavy metal bands. Those songs, of course, are evil.
What next? There are several directions Lee could turn in spreading evil throughout the West. He could become a neoconservative; he could get into banking; he could dabble in Black Sorcery or -- worse -- marry Zsa Zsa Gabor. Instead, Lee chose an option of Absolute Evil as old as civilization. Sir Christopher Lee is joining a fucking British good-old-boy social club. *The Corsair shudders* From Takimag:
"Does absence make the heart grow fonder? I’m not so sure. I’ve been away from London for one year, and was dreading the return. The grey sky, the Dickensian streets, the fat-bellied lager louts, the knife culture, Gordon Brown and Peter Mandelson, the coarsest of the coarse Alan Sugar in the House of Lords: a good place to miss, I told myself ..
"Oh yes, I almost forgot. Pug’s Club is to be congratulated for our first knight: Sir Christopher Lee. After 88 years and 250 films, the morons who decide such things finally got around to it. But what about Jeremy Lloyd and many others who deserve the honours handed out to crooks and lawyers by Blair and Brown?"
Other gin-soaked members of Pugs include: Count Leopold Bismarck, Prince Heinrich von Furstenberg, Sir Bob Geldof, the Maharaja of Jodhpur, accomlished modelfucker Arpad Busson and, last but not least, Satan. No word, curiously, on whether or not Henry Kissinger -- Satan's most loyal and suppliant servant -- is on the board.
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