Shadow farming minister Victoria Atkins started hyperventilating and making noises like a piglet: Jeremy Clarkson was about to arrive.
‘It’s so amazing, it really is!’ she squealed. On lumbered Clarkson in, miraculously, a suit. Miss Atkins flung herself at him. For a moment I thought I was watching Aussie rules football.
This gathering of middle-management worriers finally had a star in its midst. In Iain Duncan Smith’s days as leader the Tories had to make do with Jim Davidson and Rick Wakeman for celebrities. Clarkson was a Grade A catch. Not that he was entirely on script. With the Birmingham Symphony Hall
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