Evil Diaries: Women on my mind

Goodwood wasn’t Glorious. It was seconds all week and cost me £60,000. I know some bigheads will immediately point out that it is much safer to bet each way. But I disagree since Valhalla is crammed only with heroes.

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For the Oldies: Since we have run out of room I have been going through the vast number of books stored in our flat. I have chucked out only twenty or so but find it very hard to cull matters in hand much further since I always recall an interesting point or two stored somewhere. That noted, I came across Auberon Waugh’s Will This Do? and, refreshed about English (of a sort) life in the second half of the twentieth century, bunged off a copy to a chum. I kept mine. I have now launched into Jeffrey Bernard’s Low Life columns from the Spectator; they are terrifically funny.

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The grand ladies footy match was really engaging. Looking round the stadium I saw a lot of men doing a lot of looking. Since I am a legman I do not blame them and suppose a big rise in the birth rate in nine months’ time.

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Finally, Victor Hill’s piece on the Eurozone last week was, as ever, distinguished. He drew attention to the anomalous position that Euro-denominated French government debt yields about 0.6% p.a. more than the German equivalent. This is not supposed to happen in Euroland.

Actually, it is far worse than that in that Italian government debt yields about 2% p.a. more. This is fantasy land.

All this is set against a possible imminent war in Europe. Caramba!