MONDAY
Dave, give me strength! If I get one more phone call from Foxy asking me to write press releases about his trip to Afghanistan, I’m going to make an official complaint.
Thought DC looked v. handsome in his war casuals (Howies recycled polo shirt v. dashing). But Jed says we’ve been let down by sweat control. He’s been screaming at Nigel all day. (‘If I see one more bead someone is getting transferred to Ashcroft’s marginals team faster than they can say “general well being”!’)
It’s a difficult time. Everyone nervous about ambitious Mr Fox being so close to Dear Leader with all those guns and explosives about.
Dave’s ideas are not taking Helmand by storm either. He can’t seem to persuade them to grow organic vegetables instead of opium. Today a warlord tried to give him a caseload of his crop ‘for your Notting Hill dinner parties, Mr Dave! Yes, you like?’ Honestly, how rude! Of course Dave told him where to go.
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