This is actually quite a sad book about the collapse of the CPGB in the 1950s, Krushchev’s secret speech, Hungary, etc. But this bit made me laugh. It’s by the television critic of the Daily Worker:
Once I found fault with Wilfred Pickles, for inviting on to his programme a man with a performing dog.
I referred to the dog’s look of misery, as it slowly went through its pointless tricks. Little did I know that this was a Marxist dog. ‘Let me tell you the dog Mij is highly respected up here in the north,’ wrote a reader from Durham. ‘You will be surprised to know this same dog has earned some good money for the Daily Worker at socials etc., and its master is a Party member, so I’m afraid you owe some apology.’
Among the other letters was one enclosing a picture of the dog about to do the trick which always brought the house down at Daily Worker bazaars. It was presented with an array of newspapers, and unerringly put its paw on the Daily Worker. ‘A trick which, I think you will agree, has some point.’
from The death of Uncle Joe by Alison Macleod