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Diary

My groaning swimming costume – and David Aaronovitch’s

Also in Jan Moir’s diary: how George Clooney stole glory from Austrian salt-miners, and the dulled senses of reviewers on TripAdvisor

19 March 2016

9:00 AM

19 March 2016

9:00 AM

To while away the time at airports, I like to spot celebrities. But pickings have been slim. Where is everyone? On Saturday morning the only face I see is ex-Scottish Labour leader Jim Murphy, guiltily bolting a free bacon roll in the BA executive lounge at Heathrow. Check your privilege, Jim! To be fair, he was wearing a tracksuit, so I guess that’s OK.

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Jan Moir is a Daily Mail columnist.

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