Griff Rhys Jones

Griff Rhys Jones’s diary: I am now less of a celebrity than my daughter’s dog

Plus: Starting the day the Dylan Thomas way — a pint with a raw egg in it for breakfast — and lunch with the other Charles Spencer

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