Nigel Lawson

Nigel Lawson’s diary: My secret showdown with the Royal Society over global warming

Plus: Milan yearns for a Thatcher, and how I might have killed Hugh Gaitskell

Hugh Gaitskell at the Labour Party Conference Photo: Harry Thompson/Evening Standard/Getty

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