For those of you who missed the public outing of Peter Mandelson: The Real PM, the remarkably revealing, fly-on-the-turd
psychomentary by the gloriously talented Hannah Rothschild, don’t despair, the boy will be back in town on DVD in full Slimeorama on 19th September. As I’ve already reviewed the show for this blog, the good and the great thought it would be a bit of a wheeze if I had a
quick chat with Hannah over the phone.
Now that was a shame, because lunch would have been much more fun, as Hannah was bubbly, mischievous and a Vesuvius of high grade gossip. She is so utterly disarming I can understand why Mandelson agreed to bare all (well, not all, thank God). The trouble is he is so vain he didn’t realise he was behaving like a Pope dispensing his infallible wisdom to the terrified serfs whom he treated with the distain he no doubt thought they were grateful for.
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