…Conservative. Check out the (priceless) headline for the London Spectator piece that brings us this good news and the revelation that the man knows a good meal when he sees one:
“At no time in his rarefied Sixties existence did Keith ever lose touch with his mum, or with the simple pleasures of sitting in the back room of a pub playing dominoes. Much of his life was spent at Redlands, his thatched retreat in West Wittering, where he still likes nothing more than wolfing a large plate of shepherd’s pie with HP sauce.”
And who can blame him?