Jeremy Clarke Jeremy Clarke

Bidding a fond, and drunken, farewell to the awe-inspiring Mark Amory

When he saw me coming he’d make a dash for it

issue 08 November 2014

Rubbing shoulders with political suits on the pavement outside the Westminster Arms, I drank two pints of Spitfire. Pump primed, I strolled the 50 quaint yards along Old Queen Street and entered the Spectator offices through the open door of number 22.  An elderly chap on his way out said, ‘You’ve missed the speeches.’

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