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James Delingpole

How I learned to embrace my inner toff

3 December 2016

9:00 AM

3 December 2016

9:00 AM

I do hope it’s a terrible winter this year: a total bastard where everyone’s snowed into their drives and those few who do manage to escape end up being slewed across the road or filmed in tragic tailbacks by drones for BBC news bulletins or stuck in ditches and having to tramp miles across icy fields trying to find a friendly farmer to pull them out.

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