Monday, January 26, 2009

I was having a quiet day at club with a plan for an early return home.

No such luck. The phone rang and it was Gordon.


I know he's keepining one eye on Darling's manoevres with the economy (well, come to think of it that's all he can do), but he's insisted I come round for dinner tonight. I suspect it will be a late one with him moaning on about global forces, sub-prime Tony, prudence, and so forth. I had better delay my planned start in the morning. I may even get Fellows to drive me.

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