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Hugo Rifkind

You’ll mock me, but I have to ask: why don’t any of my friends have holiday homes?

It will soon seem as strange that the middle classes owned empty villas and cottages as it does that they used to have domestic staff living in the attic

9 August 2014

9:00 AM

9 August 2014

9:00 AM

This is to be one of those columns that makes the writer faintly wish there wasn’t an internet. It would be one thing merely in print — ephemeral, swiftly forgotten, to be stumbled across only by like-minded individuals en route from Charles Moore to Taki — but online I fear there may be sniggering.

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