Friday, February 16, 2007
The lunchee - me being the luncher - that I feared might be in jail was, in fact, Guido Fawkes himself, the very man. I would not have revealed this, but, the last drop of port having scarcely formed a crust on his loosened lips, he posted on our lunch. I fear that the excellent Rioja that preceded the port may have clouded his judgment as, it seems, he is playing fast and loose with the Charities Act 1993 merely to spend time with his daughter. Never mind, I enjoyed a fruitful correspondence with Jonathan King while he was in the Big House; doubtless Guido's tear-stained snail mail will be even more rewarding. As for what else was discussed, my lips are sealed - ish.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 5:07 pm