I have never fought in a duel, though I’ve been beaten up a few times, if that counts. When I was a teenager this guy told me that if he ever saw me again I’d be “floating face down in the canal.” “There is no canal, ya half-wit,” I thought, but kept it to myself.
I wish I’d known what TV show he got this from. It would have added great interest to the occasion. It would have made as much sense to threaten to leave me for the buzzards. That's because the buzzard nests in moorland and hilly crags, you see. No self-respecting buzzard would show its face in High Wycombe. I don't know if any of this interests you.
John “the buzzard” Prescott, as he isn’t known. For when you examine the facts, what is less like a buzzard than John Prescott?
