William Hague - My Fake Diary

Sunday, 20 November 2011

We had a good shindig last night.

It took the domestic staff ages this morning to clear up.

They still haven't found Ffion.

I suppose she might have gone home with one of the offshore account executives, you know how addicted she is to money.

I managed to hide Julian in my wardrobe for use at a later date.

And that Ben Dover had the nerve to call me 'filthy rich', the naughty boy, he should know I'm not, I'm 'fabulously wealthy'!

I see we've got the jobless figures for youths to over a million, and I believe in record time.

I keep telling David how simple it would be to get the economy straight. Next we cull the poorer pensioners. Save a fortune that would.

Oh I do miss Maggie!