I am like Montu as king of Egypt, fear of me has dompted the Nine Bows, / It is Amun-re, my precious father, who overthrows every land beneath my feet, / I being king upon [his] throne forever!

Jones is the on-deck batter.

My Muse may not affect night-charming spels, whose force effects th’ Olympicke vault to quake, Nor call those grysly Goblins from their Cels, the euer-damned frye of Limbo lake.

He's so outspoken, so little the Labour apparatchik, that Prime Minister Brown decides he can't send this voluble critic of Iraq invasion to sit at a UN occasion alongside George W Bush.