Peter is having a great time having a bash at George Monbiot and his book, the Age of Consent.
He concludes, with some mirth I imagine:
That doesn’t alter the fact that Monbiot has written something directly contradicting his sources. At least Jayson Blair could blame booze and coke and Philip Glass had a vivid imagination, but why should this bullshit be published? I suppose that a profession willing to give Andrew Gilligan a second chance doesn’t hold itself to very high ethical standards. Or maybe it’s just another British craft industry like coal-mining or ship-building where the workers won’t take any responsibility for their output.
Watch out Monbiot, Peter is watching you.