Look Big In Ongar By Patrick Henry

George Osborne, brilliant young fiction-writer, distant relative of the late, explosive dramatist, creates three archetypes of contemporary anti-heroes: Rebellious John Major, absconded from circus tight-rope acts, become accountant, then, incredibly, Foreign Secretary, Chancellor, and Master-Gourmet of the Hot-Curry-House; William Hague, five-foot boy-wonder wizard, passing as biographer, egghead-lecturer, Cabinet Minister, despite reeking of industrial Yorkshire. Osborne masterful in character-invention, has never visited beyond Watford;

Dave Cameron, test-rider of Oxford's bicycle factory; upwardly-mobile, penetrates and ridicules privileged circles. All successively infiltrated, headed and undermined the obsolescent Smith Square Conservative Party, its premises now a handbag-factory. Osborne's next political fantasy is eagerly awaited.

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