The Etonian look. Note the hair
GQ editor Dylan Jones must have a lot of admirers on the Eton-Boris Johnson-loving London Evening Standard. Yesterday’s edition had at least five plugs for Dylan's new book Cameron On Cameron in different parts of the paper. And today, its Londoner’s Diary tittle-tattle page gives the book another mention: apparently David Cameron will continue to ride his bike should he become PM. Alas, the report doesn’t say where he would continue to ride his bike – through a Center Parcs perhaps? - along Hyde Park’s Rotten Row walkway with HM’s horses? Details, dahlings, details.
The video on Amazon pushing the book is interesting, too. Of Cameron’s private education – a democratic curse or privilege of about 7% of the British population – Dylan Jones says: “Eton has many connotations, both good and bad and I think Cameron has surpassed that.” Really? He still has upper class hair. He needs to do something about his hair. Dylan expresses the hope we’re beyond class consciousness now. Indeed, but that’s a bit difficult when nearly 60% of Tory MPs are the spawn of private schools: I love the way we must buy the lie just because Cameron looks like a winner as I write. Incidentally, Dylan’s boss is the pompous Nicholas Coleridge, the noted Etonian and the World’s Worst Novelist, who most certainly does not wish to surpass Eton's invaluable connotations.
On related matters I have been reading Old Moore’s Almanack, an Arcati annual astrological favourite. Moore predicts no election in 2009. So onwards to 2010 for the New Etonianism!
5 comments:
I hear that Mr Jones would love nothing better than to be the equivalent to Alaistair Campbell in Cameron's (shadow) government, so the brown-nosing clearly has a reason.
On Who do you think you are (or whatever it is called) last night, Boris Johnson was thrilled to bits to discover that he really was as properly posh as he had thought. I believe his exact words were: "Wow. Toff or what!"
No class consciousness there then...
Well what do you expect of these poncy mag eds. They're so full of themselves until they get fired; then they come over all humble and write books about a chronic illness. I know their tricks. So, with Jones as Cameron's mouthpiece and Geordie Greig at Tatler navigating Kate Middleton to the throne, we know where to look for some revolutionary fervour.
And thank you Sue for Bozza's ejaculation. His Woosterish fake act makes me puke and when he falls as London mayor, remember it woz Andrew Gilligan wot put him there.
Whose the handsome chap in the photograph ?
Lost in the mists alas.
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