Whoever said politics is rock 'n' roll for ugly people had obviously never seen Ozzy Osbourne but i was proper political rock 'n' roll, the Elvis of my day and with my strong views on Socialism and the unfairness of the system, i won a seat in the British parliament aged just 25 and my star shone brightly but many people warned me not to let it go to my head but it never, it went to my liver instead as i soon developed a drinking problem and ended up losing my seat at the next election. As a left winger, and with the Communist Russian Revolution in the offing, the Prime Minister David Lloyd George, had me spied on but i had some dirt on the Prime Minister and his secretary after finding out that they were selling knighthoods and lordships to all sorts of dodgy characters and at a public meeting i hinted that i would soon be naming 'the monocled dandy with offices in Whitehall'.
Rather than just name names i tried to build some tension to have a sense of drama before the big unviel and even after being beaten up in The Strand in an attempt to frighten me, i continued threatening to name the men behind the corruption, Lloyd George and his personal fixer and creepy weirdo whose name begins with M and ends with aundy Gregory.
What happened next is hazy but i was asked to go to a house, a house owned by M Gregory as it turned out, and then when i entered the next time i was seen outside was two months later in an unsealed coffin on a riverbank.
I can't say it was Gregory that killed me to shut me up but when he found himself in need of money, a wealthy friend mysteriously dropped dead, leaving a new will scrawled on a menu giving everything to good ol' Maundy so yeah, it probably was.
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