A Christmas letter
Dear All,So it's that time of year again. Looking back on 2004, what a 12 months it's been! Simon's been very busy at work - the Guardian job is the usual slog but it's his role as Spectator wine critic that has been the most trying. The endless lunches, lasting for hours on end mean I hardly ever get to see him. All that alcohol takes its toll too -- when he finally comes home he tends to be rather flushed and over-excited. Anyway jobs are always make more bearable by your colleagues, and he's told me that there's a very nice American woman in charge.
Did I mention the cat that can open the fridge?
Yours
Mrs Hoggart
Note: Simon Hoggart strenously denies the story , and as he gives the impression of being the nicest man in the world, I'm inclined to believe him.
[Actually it appears the story is true. I'm disappointed -- Rod Liddle, Boris Johnson, David Blunkett -- fair enough. But SImon Hoggart. Oh dear]
Ps. All links via Nick Barlow whose permalinks appear to have disappeared. [Again another mistake - the title of the story is the permalink]
posted by Matthew @ 12/19/2004 11:29:00 AM
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