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Alan Clark

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There are no true friends in politics. We are all sharks circling, and waiting, for traces of blood to appear in the water.


— Alan Clark


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In the end we are all sacked and it's always awful. It is as inevitable as death following life. If you are elevated there comes a day when you are demoted. Even Prime Ministers.


— Alan Clark


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The more you know about a species, the more you understand about how better to help protect them.


— Alan Clark


#better #help #how #know #more

There's nothing so improves the mood of the Party as the imminent execution of a senior colleague.


— Alan Clark


#execution #imminent #improves #mood #nothing

They're just actors. I much prefer the real thing!


— Alan Clark


#just #much #prefer #real #real thing






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He is buried in the grounds of Saltwood Castle. When Clark was Minister for Trade responsible for overseeing arms sales to foreign governments he was interviewed by journalist John Pilger who asked him:
JP "Did it bother you personally that you were causing such mayhem and human suffering (by supplying arms for Indonesia's war in East Timor)?"
AC "No not in the slightest it never entered my head. R Morton of the Royal Military Academy Sandhurst criticised Clark's use of passages written by Haig to demonstrate Haig's own 'incompetence' in his book The Good Soldier.

When he died after radiation therapy for a brain tumour his family said Clark wanted it to be stated that he had "gone to join Tom and the other dogs. Alan Kenneth Mackenzie Clark (13 April 1928 – 5 September 1999) was a British Conservative MP and diarist. He is particularly remembered for his three-volume diary a candid account of political life under Thatcher and a moving description of the weeks preceding his death when he continued to write until he could no longer focus on the page.

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