We have stumbled upon a class fissure.
It is between those who state openly that I have obviously been fitted up by the legendarily corrupt right-wing Labour machine in County Durham, and those, below the salt, who vulgarly pretend to believe that I am guilty.
You can give anyone you like a DPhil, and make him Leader of a County Council. You give anyone you like a column on The Times. You can waft anyone you like from the staff of a Cabinet Minister, via the upper bureaucracy of a major political party, to that of the biggest bank in the world.
But none of that, in itself, makes him a gentleman. And he cares. Oh, but he cares.
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