NO SACRED COWS
TOBY YOUNG
If, as the head of the Free Speech Union, I was asked to nominate anyone for the title of the Greatest Living Briton – and, heaven knows, there are few enough of us contenders around – there is one man I would name without hesitation: Philip Boots.
Never heard of him? That’s testament to the perfidy of our current political masters, who continue to deny him the freedom to speak up for himself.
Phil is the brilliant, heroic chief executive of West Mercian Water, the guy who’s done more than anyone else to anger the lefty metropolitan elite, with their modish love of “wild swimming”.
Everyone knows that wild smimming is for fat girls, sexual perverts and ducks. Frankly, the more turds we can send in their general direction, the better.
As Captain Mainwaring used to say on It Ain’t Half Hot Mum, “They don’t like it up ’em!” And that’s why Starmer and Co’s apparatchiks in the Neo–Marxist “water regulator” Ofwat have just fined Phil Boots and his admirable West Mercian Water a whopping £94.4m.