So is Moro a Tory restaurant now?

Moro (‘moorish’ or ‘sexist’) is a Spanish restaurant on Exmouth Market, near the bones of the old Guardian and Observer building on Farringdon Road. I don’t mind telling Spectator readers (‘you people’) that I once kissed the bricks of this building, quite seriously, like Jews kiss the tarmac at Ben Gurion Airport. (At least that is the story; but I have never seen anyone do it. Kiss some dirty tarmac. What for?)

Moro is distinguished as the restaurant in which Guardian journalists first realised Julian Assange is mad. He stood up near an olive and announced he didn’t care if the leaks led informants to be murdered, which is a bad look for a revolutionary, until you really think about it. Then I imagine he ate an olive.

And now there is a further political element to Moro; Tony Gallagher, the former editor of the Daily Telegraph, who is very likeable (that is, he liked me, and even allowed me to write ‘leftie crap’ in his newspaper during the 2010 orgy of lies, or as you might prefer to call, the election campaign, which led me to the wretched experience of standing on a Exeter quay at 7 a.m. to watch David Cameron jog past flabbily, because that is what you really need to know about a party leader — how he jogs) is now a kitchen porter here. I will not speculate why he is doing it, because I don’t know. He may be having an ‘Orwell moment’. He may be opening a restaurant (he always posted pictures of food on Twitter, even during small internal crises or fights in the Tory party, which at the Daily Telegraph pass for major shifts in the landscape of history) and an intelligent man, if desirous of opening a restaurant, would obviously become a kitchen porter.