Has anyone seen those bizarre adverts where Jeffrey “perjurer” Archer is advertising some atrocious looking magazine. The ad involves Lord Archer (yes, he’s still got the peerage – they kick prisoners out of the Commons, but the Lords better represents society as a whole) on the phone to someone who is feeding him with informative chat based on her reading of a magazine. The ad ends with Jeffrey scurrying to the toilet as his caller goes to make a cuppa and as Archer watches what remained of his dignity flush down the pan.
Anyway, if you thought how can one who reached such great heights in modern politics (he was deputy chair of the Conservatives, a former MP, a peer of the realm, and subject of the funniest biography I have read (he was Crick-ed)) debase himself in this way look no further than his blog. I have mentioned it before but he’s started posting more regularly and we appear to have a modern day Pooter living in a world of charity auctions and west end shows. I encourage him to contribute frequently to his blog. The more he writes there, the less likely he is to produce new books (unless he’s going to do a Belle de Jour on us).