David Cameron - My Fake Diary
Thursday, 23 August 2012
I see the Telegraph have revealed my greatest crime in one of their blogs via James Delingpole?
Apparently David Cameron is sometimes wont to ask: "Why does James Delingpole hate me so much?" - It's a fair question: we used to be friends after all. And if I'm honest I wish we still were. Life would be so much easier and more fun if I were part of the Prime Minister's inner circle: all those weekends at Chequers; all the hanging out with Jeremy Clarkson and the other groovesters of the Chipping Norton 'n' Witney set.
Problem is, if there's one thing I value even more than the friendships I made at Oxford it's the British countryside.
That's why I've just moved into the thick of it, into a most especially beautiful part of rural Northamptonshire. So far I've loved every moment of it: the long walks down the Jurassic Way; the wild swims in the lake; the rabbits on the lawn, the deer in the woods, the owl hooting at night…
But there's a snake in the Garden and almost everyone who lives in the country knows what it is and fears it like the Devil. I'm talking, of course, about the wind farm menace.
What's his problem I ask?
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