"Every Trade or Profession, Society, Culture, Club, Association or Political Movement, has it's own grimgribber, it's Cant, it's Slang, it's Code, from Dialectical Materialism to Polari, from Yiddish to Cockney Rhyming Slang, and as the great Yiddish Poet Rabbi Burns wrote in his first draft of the famous, To a Moose: 'ev'ry yin that tries tae gang alane, gangs aft agley' because every individual divergence from the Party Line, carries with it the possibility of Schism, or Fraction, like that in Judaism when Jesus Christ announced a Better Way and that He was the Son of God, or when Mohammed delivered the Final Version of God's Word to the Human Race in the form of The Koran, or when Martin Luther nailed his 95 Theses to the Church Door and split Christianity asunder between the two competing strands of Roman Catholicism and Protestantism, or when Mohammed’s followers couldn't agree on his successor and split Islam into Shia and Sunni, or when Lenin split the Russian Social-Democratic Labour Party at it's Second International in London into Bolsheviks and Mensheviks – and what is almost invariably found is that the Hatred between two or more variants of a Creed is more virulent, more violent, more profound and more deadly than between any two or more of the Creeds themselves; it was demonstrated in England in the 16th and 17th Centuries when Protestants burned Catholics, then Catholics burned Protestants, and then Protestants burned Catholics, depending on which Faith was held by the Monarch of the Glen . . . . ." at which point Professor Sir Pontypine MacFarlane took a tray of toffee apples from his stationery cupboard and indicated to Gloriana Gillyfeather that she might offer them round the study group, which caused Gloriana to blush mightily to her red roots themselves, for as everyone else knew, the most libertine of the many roués stalking the corridors of the University of East Cheam in the1970s was shagging the pants off Gloriana in his flat at 23 Railway Cuttings, and it was only a matter of time before she realised that she was simply the latest in a never-ending stream of sexual conquests which would eventually lead to his exposure in the pages of a Sunday Tabloid as what is now termed a Sexual Predator but which in our parents and grandparents day was likely to be perhaps more honestly called: a Dirty Old Man!