David Davis

I just found this idly while trawling The Devil for fun stuff,  (as you do)  at the Ferret-Fancier.

Some of the job titles are so divinely and frankly arch, as to have to have been deliberately conceived witht he aid of management consultants and screenlay writers, and thus in a spirit of supercilious condescension towards real people, who pay the salaries of these collaborationist EUGramscian bastards, by force.

For example, what would an intelligent space-alien from Tharg make of “Head of Cancer Commissioning”, if he/it fetched up in the forecourt of an oncology hospital (if we have any left)? (Space aliens are never female, sorry.)

I also shudder to think what a “Tobacco Control Worker” actually does, and what equipment he/she/it deploys.