dancing about architecture.
I totally danced at Tate Modern’s hour-long-sweaty-crack-fest. Something of a rebirth, courtesy of mobile clubbing. I wore my orange hexicon t-shirt for exactly this sort of “Where’s Wally?” situation.
Archive for October, 2007
Symptoms: Tory Donor. Diagnosis: Insane.
Oh tee hee. This is the story of Mr Bane Kostic, the man who gave the Tory party it’s largest ever contribution. We’re talking £8 million, and as you or I can imagine he wasn’t firing on all cylinders. Now Mr Justice Henderson agrees and are telling the Tories to return the wad.
Mr Kostic had come to England after fighting the Nazis in Serbia. Having made his millions in the Anglo-Swiss pharmecuitical company, he settled down to become a devoted family man. This happy life was tragically arrested by what most would see as severe paranoia and dementia, but the Conservative Party viewed as philanthropy.
At some point in the 80s, Mr Kostic began to suspect that an “international sex-vice ring” under orders from Beelzebub was trying to poison him. Naturally, without proper pyschiatric treatment, he turned to the conservative party, writing to their leader Margaret Thatcher (no known record of mental illness) in 1984: “I am enclosing £5000 to fight the evil-wicked demons-SATANS and am fully at your disposal.”
Not a woman easily flustered when accepting donations, Maggie took the cash. Various Tory grandees followed suit. The only thing surprising about this is that Mr Kostic was never knighted in return. Things got weird after Mr Kostic started to believe his family were complicit with the, er, “demons-SATANS”, and proceeded to lock his wife up and live in a church crypt. This culminated in 1998 when he wrote to a lawyer asking him to change his will, to prevent his millions from getting in to the hands of “demented people - satan-monsters”. Specifically, his son.
Insane people not being allowed to write wills, in deference to the sane person they previously were, this was not Tory party money. But it took two years of litigation to get it back. The bastards are appealing.
