A poor ‘appearance’ for John Major the 50th anniversary edition of Desert Island Disks with an even poorer selection of music
A poor ‘appearance’ for John Major the 50th anniversary edition of Desert Island Disks with an even poorer selection of music

More leisurely day recovering at home and just driving over to LH Jones in St Ives for some corner fenders for Paxton Princess. A poor ‘appearance’ for John Major the 50th anniversary edition of Desert Island Disks with an even poorer selection of music which admittedly, sent him to sleep when he first heard it!

Later consulting Percy with regard to my no-holds-barred letter to Michael asking him to remain as a councillor for a further year if he wanted me to do the same.

A nice lay in but still time to get dressed and have a morning shave before my traditional fried breakfast. Then to catch up on the newspapers of the last two days. I had high expectations of learning a lot from the quarterly Financial Times review of personal investment, but it was of little use which at least confirms the knowledge I already have. Out this morning to feed the doves and backflush the filter and then I put on a second coat of teak oil on to the bathing platform slats and drove off to L.H. Jones to buy a couple of corner fenders to replace the old ones on the boat.

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John Major was on the radio this morning for the 50th anniversary edition of Desert Island Disks but what a plain and boring interviewee he made with his music choices as much dictated by his desire to appear good and foster his cause as anything else. That the man acknowledges that he has not the intelligence to succeed at anything else is bad enough (and makes a poor prognosis likely for the country under him), but that he subjects us to his choice of music is worse. One piece he admits to having sent him to sleep when he first heard it! Unfortunately I know the man only too well from his children being at Kimbolton School and his unfortunate daughter being friendly to Debbie at the Offord riding school and livery.

Some time writing this afternoon and then I went round to Percy's house this evening and showed him my letter for Michael of which he approved. It was a no-holds-barred piece of frank writing, asking him to remain as a councillor for a further year if he wanted me to do the same. To bed quite early this evening, in anticipation of a very early start in the morning