‘Lackeys!’ he said. ‘Now there’s a word I ain’t ’eard since ever so long. Lackeys! That reg’lar takes me back, that does. I recollect – oh, donkey’s years ago – I used to sometimes go to ’Yde Park of a Sunday afternoon to ’ear the blokes making speeches. Salvation Army, Roman Catholics, Jews, Indians – all sorts, there was. And there was one bloke – well, I couldn’t give you ’is name, but a real powerful speaker, ’e was. ’E didn’t ’alf give it ’em! "Lackeys!" ’e says, "Lackeys of the bourgeoisie! Flunkies of the ruling class!" Parasites – that was another of them. And ’yenas –’e def’nitely called ’em ’yenas. Of course ’e was referring to the Labour Party, you understand.’