Monday
Not happy. In fact I would say my GWB is at a record low. Among the deeply troubling unanswered questions I am wrestling with: Why was I not informed about Mr Simpson’s holiday reading list? Who authorised it? And what’s going to happen to the proper reading list I was tasked with drawing up?
The silly nonsense Biggles put on his list is just pointless, a load of boring old history books. Nigel is being v sweet about it and says we might leak my list to the press separately, since it’s a feast of populist headline-grabbing stuff like Jordan’s Perfect Ponies and Who Moved My Cheese?, the cutting-edge self-development book that no self-respecting Conservative change-maker should be without as he relaxes on his friend’s yacht in Porto Cervo this August. Or so my recommendation said. It may never see the light of day now, tragically.
Tuesday
Mr Gove’s speech attacking lads’ mags has caused an awful rumpus.
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