Tuesday, August 19

Onwards and upwards

Exeter yesterday. Some days you spend a half-hour inching yards between roundabout and traffic light, other mornings it’s Robert Mitchum and Peter Faulk entering Rome. I guess everyone is still on holiday. ...Cameron was in town (in between holidays), flashing our cash in support of family-friendly policies. The South West has been a banker for the Conservatives for too long and may well frustrate him at the coming election. ...At least this morning is sunny and tranquil, deckchair weather. Unfortunately I have work to do; there’s been more than enough sitting around recently. Last night’s BBC Newsnight was a wake up call, a lesson in what happens when you let yourself go. My god she’s a grim-looking woman.

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