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“Don't tell me about the Press. I know *exactly* who reads the papers. The Daily Mirror is read by the people who think they run the country. The Guardian is read by people who think they *ought* to run the country. The Times is read by the people who actually *do* run the country. The Daily Mail is read by the wives of the people who run the country. The Financial Times is read by people who *own* the country. The Morning Star is read by people who think the country ought to be run by *another* country. The Daily Telegraph is read by the people who think it is.' "Prime Minister, what about the people who read The Sun?" "Sun readers don't care *who* runs the country - as long as she's got big tits.”

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Yes Prime Minister: The Diaries of the Right Hon. James Hacker

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Antony Jay
Antony Jay

Antony Jay was a British writer known for his humorous and satirical writing style. His works spanned across various domains including theater, television, and radio, with his most famous creation being the comedy series 'The Two Ronnies', co-written with John Bird. Jay's writing career began in the 1950s, and his works became widely recognized in the UK. more

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