Last night, the hotel bar I was in seemed very unthoughtfully to have an unlimited polypins of quite nice real ale. Tanglefoot, I think. I have vague memories of doing all sorts of things last night, including signing up to nudist sunbathing and promising to write a standing order for some huge amount to some constituency election campaign.
Fortunately no records exist of most of my exploits.
Unfortunately, one of the things I did whilst drunk was interview Iain Dale. No, not that one. The other one. The one that doesn’t need the links.
He was a guest at our blog awards last night, and the suggestion arose organically that an interview might take place.
Said interview is attached to this posting. Long term listeners will be relieved to hear that unlike last time, we don’t lapse into German halfway through.
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