Gstaad
Gee whizz, couldn’t someone have told me about it 19 years ago? Did I have to read it in Toby Young’s column? Someone should be held responsible, but who? It was only two weeks ago that I discovered that there is a scale of recognition in British public life — ‘an unofficial honours system’ — and that Desert Island Discs is undoubtedly near the top. Hooray! Had I known, I would have done something about it. Such as snubbing slobs like the Abramovich, Sugar and Green lot, not to mention parvenus like the Blairs.
When I was invited to become a castaway, the sweet and attractive Sue Lawley sat opposite me and guided me through the programme. She had pretty legs and I commented on them, and she could not have been friendlier. We laughed a lot while the music was on, especially when I told her that I suspected that footballers and their ilk picked the most serious and challenging music.
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