Jolyon Maugham is a man of many talents. He’s a talented tax barrister, who helped enrich various millionaires via celebrity tax dodge film schemes. He’s a serial joiner of political causes, boasting more parties than Hugh Hefner though, sadly, with far less joy. And, of course, he is the remain-supporting QC who ended up on the front page of the Financial Times for bragging about battering a fox to death on Boxing Day with a baseball bat while wearing his wife’s satin green kimono.
Sadly though, for all his many, many qualities, FBPE’s answer to Babe Ruth does not appear to count humility among them. The millionaire windmill enthusiast is never knowingly undersold online, regularly puffing his latest legal wheeze on Twitter to armies of adoring Europhiles. Successes are loudly celebrated; reversals quietly buried – as when Maugham dropped his lawsuit against vaccines hero Kate Bingham, an appointment he’d previously described as an offence ‘to the England of my mind.’
Fortunately for Maugham, self-aggrandisement is a common trait for many in the Remainer movement.
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