Postcard from Greece
If you think I’m just lying around in the sun here, loafing on my paddleboard and doing expensive things, you couldn’t be more wrong. Obviously the things I’m doing must be expensive, or the bill wouldn’t be £36,000 a week. When you are working in your room all the time, as I told that pesky journalist, it seems something of a waste of money, but then I’m not paying for it, am I? (Must remember to declare the donation in the register of interests now that it seems likely that that pesky lawyer Jolyon whatshisname will find out about it). But hey ho! As my old mucker Chris Davies used to say when he was MP for Breconshire, what’s the point of being in this position if you can’t get rich?
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