Andy McDandy wrote: ↑
Wed Sep 16, 2020 8:30 am
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/arti ... vable.html
The wife of former NI secretary Hugo Swire (no, me neither) has published a diary detailing the fun and games behind the scenes during the coalition, and Sarah's not happy. Mainly, I suspect, because she's been beaten to the punch.
Judging by the excerpts in the column, Cameron's inner circle come across as a bunch of posh doggers. Obsessed with public image but happily/desperately trying to revisit those halcyon days on the wet grass behind the marquee at the graduation ball, and none too smart.
The funny thing is that despite her best efforts (or perhaps deliberately), Vine just ends up confirming that Mrs Swire is bang on the money.
My thoughts are that if that's the high life, you can keep it.
Off topic, of course, but that's my impression of many forms of the high life:
Consider a realistic one: Retire a decade early and go to live in Spain.
Sounds fucking brilliant when you're in your '20s, great weather, late bars and sexy europeans.
Retired at 55: You find yourself in a "Gammon enclave" where life centres on the bowls club (Doubtless run by the types you'd run mile to avoid back home), the English shop. Spending your afternoons pissed at Weathersopoons plus sunshine in company that wishes the Claudillo was still in charge.
There are plenty of similar suburban dystopias: The golf club, the yacht club (for slightly higher flyers), the bank sends you to be "our man in Shanghai"...
The educated differ from the uneducated as much as the living from the dead. Aristotle