![]() ![]() We now tend to think of Winnie as if he had sprung from a union of Zeus and Polyhymnia, the very Muse of Rhetoric. And what’s so wrong with a politician picking up a little loose change for his bons mots? Of course he had tinkling dwarves in his smithy of Hephaestus bashing away at typewriters on his behalf, but it was only thanks to his genius they had any employment. ![]() And nor would Winnie without Randolph.Īs I sit at my desk typing out my £250,000 weekly column for the Daily Telegraph, it is time to dispense with the canard that Winston was a dilettante who was happy to let others do the work for him. On the plus side, it does keep one on one’s toes, and I wouldn’t be the towering figure I am today without him. I’m not saying my own father has had a dose of the clap, but he has been fairly sharp-elbowed at times, so I know how irritating it can be. ![]() Entirely untrustworthy, suffering from syphilis and always trying to muscle in on his son’s career. Winston’s father, Randolph, was a rum piece of work. ![]()
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