By Jove

Back from Glasgow and who should I espy strolling in a nonchalant manner down Waverley Steps but that notorious slayer of political careers, Michael Gove. “There’s Michael Gove,” I observed to my companion, nodding over to the approaching politician, who promptly cheerily waved a hand at me. “For goodness sake, do you think he’s thinking, there’s MrP?” gibed the sidekick, annoyed by my obvious pleasure at his salutation, “What a tart you are.” Ha. She should know.
Later, to the daughter’s to cast the eye over her list of invitees to her wedding - both to the daytime nosh, and the evening frolics. It’s coming together nicely, though I think it may be a bit light on celebrities. That got me thinking…

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