The press reports said he had
resigned ‘to spend more time with his money’ (I made up that last bit);
actually to do research and possibly a new book.
I had confidently anticipated
that he would turn up almost immediately in the Daily Wail, where he came from,
and I predict that he will eventually. He really has nowhere else to go in the
mainstream print. Although he was getting a bit formulaic and Cameron-obsessed,
we need a polemical columnist and there seem to be fewer and fewer. Quentin
Letts in the Wail is pure joy, but otherwise it is beginning to look rather
threadbare.
This is what Stephen Glover
had to say in the Indy:
‘I shall miss him – not just because a remarkable
character has, at least temporarily, been hauled from the stage, but also
because he offered readers a service barely provided by any other right-wing
journalist in Britain. It is not every columnist who is feared and loathed by a
prime minister. He was feared and loathed because he was good at what he did –
criticising Mr Cameron. I am sure he spoke to the hearts of many Telegraph
readers.
My only advice to him, in the unlikely event of my
being consulted, would have been not to peak so early in his campaign – a few
hours into the Tory leader's tenure. Take it more slowly, I would have said –
discharge a couple of small battlefield nuclear weapons before graduating
judiciously to something more lethal, and then only finally, if you get no
clear results, let fly with your largest intercontinental missile. Once he had
immediately committed his heaviest weaponry there was no pulling back, and
there was always a danger of tedium setting in. That said, no one could deny
that under full propulsion he was a wonder to behold.
Now that he has gone I feel, if I may be allowed to
change my image, as our human ancestors must have done when the last woolly
mammoth stomped off over the horizon to extinction. They would have gazed out
almost nostalgically across the bleak Siberian plains, where not long before,
this wondrous beast had crashed around, flattening hapless victims under his
fearsome feet’.
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