It took only a single minute for Frank Postman to deliver his astonishing proclamation. And it’s worth dwelling, for at least as long, over the importance of the scene of the proclamation to the reception his words were given. That Frank Postman had chosen the Tulloch Club to spout such rubbish was nothing short of astounding, given its long tradition of gentlemanly etiquette and steadfast adherence to the appreciation of sport and sportsmanship. Frankie had been invited to speak on account of his glorious successes as a rower and had been in the public eye for long enough to know that on an occasion such as that, in a setting such as that, he should have stuck exclusively to tales of his youthful athletic derring-do rather than take the opportunity to make politically motivated comments, regardless of whether or not those comments were also blatantly bigoted. From Punter’s point of view, the fact that he almost certainly did know better yet couldn’t summon the self-control to follow the script just made it all the more sweet. Continue reading →