Dave should have known that the information was suspect when he got it all wrong about the number of black students entering Oxford. If he had been in journalism instead of public relations before entering the hothouse of politics he would have checked such odd information before shooting off his mouth. He might have noticed that there were quite a lot of black faces in the University. Balliol used to be full of them. And I don't want him to go on holiday again by RyanAir so that he can be photographed in the departure lounge with his wife like anyone else who might have come from Sheffield. Where are the other passengers? He is of course trying to recall Diana in front of the Taj Mahal. But she was much smarter than he is. "If a fool persists in his folly he becomes wise." We shall see. Blake was not right about everything.
A family gathering. A bright spring day in a leafy garden with three generations of my family. The youngest bounce about on a trampoline in the centre of the lawn while their elders tuck in to a lavish buffet. All are doing well and among them we have a semi-retired banker, a solicitor, a fashion photographer, a journalist and a couple of old buffers. The show is stolen by young Garth at the age of five dancing to a nickelodeon, like Billy Elliot. They face the future with hope in spite of the follies of their predecessors. "Youth is a wonderful thing. It's wasted on kids."
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