Still travelling but unavoidably drawn back to the potential horrors of a post-brexit Britain governed by the bullying bonkers end of the Tory party. I would not give a penny for any of Michael Gove’s thoughts, but searching around I see that he appears to have written this panegyric on Michael Portillo in 1995 – now available for no more than a shiny new penny.
It’s hard to find a good picture of the cover, just this expanded thumbnail. Perhaps no one wants to be reminded of this publishing venture.
