Monday
Mr Grayling is running the show this week. Am exhausted already. Had been hoping to kick back and do a bit of riding. Fat chance with Robocop in charge.
He’s moved on from talking about Jeremy Kyle to The Wire and is obsessed with the idea that Britain is in the grip of urban warfare, that the collapse of civilised life as we know it is upon us, and that we’re all about to die in a savage, drug-fuelled gun-and-knife-crime epidemic. All of which seems to leave him incredibly excitable.
‘Do you think I’ll get on the Ten O’Clock? Do you think I’ll get in front of Libya? Libya’s weeks old now, isn’t it?’ Had to tell him he would be ‘at least as famous as DD’ by the end of the week, it was the only way to get any peace.
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