Summary
To the Tory treasurer Jonathan Marland's champagne drmkathon outside the lifts on the Imperial Hotel's fourth floor. Manoeuvring past a bouncer with a clipboard, I bump into a sweaty Ken Clarke (pot belly). Overheard is David "call me Dave" Cameron (quiff), boasting how that comely new girl Theresa Villiers was won over by his peroration. Quite so, Dave.
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Village Life
To Toryland and a beauty parade starring a pot belly, a broken nose, a quiff, a smirk and a chap who looks as if he has a walnut for a head. S...
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