I BUY THE TIMES of London every day, and for only one reason, because I used to work for David Aaronovitch at the National Union of Students (NUS) and I don’t like his column that much, defector from the Grauniad that he is. I buy The Times for Matthew Parris’ columns.
Matthew Parris used to be the lobby correspondent on The Times, was once a member of the mother of all parliaments, and I buy the paper so I can read his column, twice a week. I can always skip Aaronovitch.
Today, I was lucky enough and Parris was unlucky enough that we briefly crossed paths with each other at Great Portland Street tube.
I was headed up the stairs and briefly chatted with him – once I recognised him, I said how much I admired his writing. I envy his writing style. He was gracious and modest about his skills, acknowledging me as a fan boy and a fellow journo. At the top of the stairs, I asked him if the yellow shirt he was wearing was a new one. He looked at me with a sharp glance and then laughed, because obviously I had read this column.
It is certainly worth paying an extra 20 pence or so to get his wit and wisdom, even if he sometimes has to scrabble around in fountains and get “Kim” to bale him out by giving him a quid. I’m not sure about his grey suit, but his yellow shirt certainly looks like it was a bargain. ♣
The Times is a daily national newspaper published in the United Kingdom since 1785 when it was known as The Daily Universal Register.
The Rogister, Hummmm….
I misread the title — I was expecting to see Mike next to the Paris Hilton :-)