Plus: Vicious Cybernats. Bolton’s brass neck. Widdecombe’s ratings. Johnson’s death wish. And: the courage of my friend Tessa Jowell.
We pick out five items from it which may be of special interest to our readers and others who will attend.
Plus: Hammond’s blunder. Peers’ folly. Stephen Hawking is not, repeat not, controlled by MI5. And: my inner Mary Whitehouse meets Katie Hopkins’ slack vagina.
Whatever one’s view of Cameron’s former head of strategy, he cannot simply be written off as some crusty reactionary.
Plus: Thank you for the three bottles of vintage wine…but you forgot to enclose a note with your name. Christmas, eh?
Plus: I stand in for a billionaire. Ten years of Pink News. And: the Michael Meacher I knew.
I’m aware that I owe many dear friends and supporters a phone call, email or text. Tonight’s revelations will, hopefully, explain the reason for my lack of contact.
This book is a serious work. It is certainly far more than its serialisable parts, as those who read the entire 600 pages will no doubt confirm.
Boris Johnson and David Cameron are among those who have suffered by association with the most offensive favourite in English royal history.
There is still some fallout from the Away Day. The cabaret is always toe-curlingly embarrassing – and this year’s was no exception.
Or at least Owen Paterson MP, Sunder Katwala, Mark Field MP and Isabel Oakeshott agree on that. They were speaking at one of our fringe events.