Sunday, September 20, 2009
Lord Bonkers' Diary: Nick Clegg in the bog
On to the penultimate entry.
Towards its Northern reaches, the Bonkers Hall Estate opens out on to wild moorland. It is a desolate landscape of bog and heather, the haunt of red grouse, curlews and hamwees. Young Clegg is determined to go hiking there and, after giving him a stern warning about keeping to well-trodden paths, I wave him on his way.
Later, driving in the Bentley, I come upon him floundering in the mud. “I’ll send a man to pull you out,” I cry as I motor past and think no more of it. Later, as I am enjoying an Auld Johnston, that most prized of Highland malts, after dinner, a filthy figure staggers in through the French windows.
“You said you’d send someone to help me,” he sobs. “Sorry, old man,” I return, “that was an aspiration, not a commitment.”
Lord Bonkers was Liberal MP for Rutland South-West, 1906-10.
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