Like Herr Blunkett, I have had access to one of Her Britannic Majesty’s rail warrant thingies—in my case for going about the country on Medical Research Council business. If I’d known I could use it to send my girlfriend first class, I’d, er, have got myself a girlfriend. I would so. I could have one any time.
Do you think they need a tea boy at The Spectator?
[…] A Clarification
Before anyone gets the wrong idea, I called David Blunkett “Herr Blunkett” last week because I had been having lunch with a Ge […]
Careful, you could end up having an affair with Rod Liddle.