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Written on June 28, 2005, and categorized as Secret and Invisible.
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Imagine if they named spies after the place you grew up. The wonderful communist Melita Norwood was that woman.

She has just died aged 87. Here she is, explaining that Stalin wasn’t so bad, in her “spartan” Bexleyheath, south London, home. Bexleyheath is where my Grandfather lived in care, and died. He was a radical lefty as well. Perhaps there is a huge iron commie magnet buried deep in the soil there, and Bexleyheath draws them in when they are ready to expire. Melita owned little, spied for ideology not profit, and went to her grave satisfied that she had done the right thing.

By contrast, 58 year-old John Walton, the $18bn heir to the Walmart empire just crashed his home-made plane into the sagebrush of Grand Teton National Park, south west of Bexleyheath, missing Asda by quite a long distance.

Goodnight, John-boy.

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This thing has 3 Comments

  1. Lagowski
    Posted 28 June, 2005 at 8:56 pm | Permalink

    Did she shop at Asda?

  2. Laurie
    Posted 29 June, 2005 at 4:27 am | Permalink

    My brother lives near WalMart headquarters in Arkansas and we went to a museum of sorts about the history of WalMart and the Walton family. They were and are very modest and unassuming people. I was sad to hear about John Walton’s death.

    And, I have to say it again, a great week of posts!

  3. delsmith
    Posted 30 June, 2005 at 12:10 pm | Permalink

    I liked Melita, what incredible courage, living with her convictions and acting on them. Not sure I would want to live in Bexleyheath though. That must have been tough. Regarding J Walton I doubt anything was ever tough for him.

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