Magazine article New Statesman (1996)

Dave Reels after Being Ditched by Gorgeous Blonde

Magazine article New Statesman (1996)

Dave Reels after Being Ditched by Gorgeous Blonde

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* Tough Dave is suffering a broken heart, pining for a blonde bombshell who coldly ditched him for a leader with better prospects. The traitor isn't mophead Boris Johnson, though he's capable of such cruelty, but that airhead, Mariella Frostrup (below). Over drinks with scribblers in Blackpool's Imperial Hotel, Cameron wistfully confessed his hurt on watching Frostrup give Gordon Brown the feather-duster treatment at Labour's love-in. "We used to wave to each other in the street," snuffled Cameron, "but now she's gone over to Gordon. I thought we were friends." You were friends, Dave, but he's Father of the Nation and you're leader of a political sect.

* Yummy mummy Sammy Cameron's showing promising signs of succeeding Cherie Blair as a gaffe lady. Word reaches me of how she groaned at a dinner that being in politics meant they had to send their kids to state instead of public schools. She could always vote Labour. And that Middle England smile of hers conceals an industrial tongue. A spectator was surprised to overhear an "I'm so fucking pissed off" in a Notting Hell voice when TV cameras pursued her at a kickabout between MPs and hacks. Maybe she learned such talk when living in Scunthorpe, although I recall it was a baronial manor rather than a council house.

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* Uncle Gordie's trysts with the Daily Mail editor, Paul Dacre, have upset the Tories, with the rag banished to the back of the Blackpool press room near the car park. Only News International and the Torygraph are now spun in the blue-carpeted posh seats. …

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