"Dear Prime Minister,
..Die, you grinning jackanapes, die! Die! Die! Go
fuck yourself, or fellate Clinton again, or peddle your arse in
Brussels, you traitorous upstart arriviste nothing, and then just
die. Really, why don't you die? Everybody hates you. You
aren't fit to govern Guernsey for a wet weekend, you pissy little
man, let alone this great nation you undermine and betray daily.
If you ever show your face in my village I will horsewhip your
plebeian arse and nail your ears to a tree. I kill you good! Make
you DEAD! Die, die, die, die, DIE!
..Yours, etc, etc."
Actually that's slightly over 75, but I was enjoying myself.
(1999)