Of all the animals of prey, man is the only sociable one.
Every one of us preys upon his neighbour, and yet we herd together.
The Beggar's Opera: John Gay

Wednesday, 22 October 2008

Giving fleas a bad name

A charming comment this week from Lord Tebbit, the soundbite king, reminded certain well-heeled Tories that 'if you sleep with dogs you get fleas'.

The lattices of an alternative reality intersected with the real world on the island of Corfu where, a dimension away from the sunburnt vulgarity of the package resorts, a group of honourable gentlemen were wined and dined at the expense of the mega-rich.

Now here's the question; are they being economical with the truth, or were they invited simply because they are their own delightful selves? The former is, of course, out of the question, so we are left with the happy thought that this gathering was a metaphorical garden of roses and the subsequent vitriolic exchanges purely a figment of our collective imagination.

PS Don't let the story put you off the Agni Taverna; your correspondent has been there several times and can reassure you that there was not an oligarch or plutocrat in sight.

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