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I realise that George Galloway is a menace or worse. But it's easy to laugh at him from 3,500 miles away. In the same way, some Brits may find it easy to laugh at our Al Sharpton, who makes sure to keep our terrible racial pot boiling.

When I need a break away, I think, "What has Lord Tebbit said lately?" Quite possibly, I know more about Toby Young's kids than I do about my own nieces and nephews. Recently, Daniel Hannan said that Tony Abbott, leader of the Australian opposition, is his "favourite English-speaking politician". Mine is Michael Gove, the Leader of the West.

I swear I feel better with every gallop of Charles Moore's horse. I also know about Rebekah — another first name! — and her retired Met horse, ridden by Dave. The least important thing about Britain is that it makes my life happier. And yet, it does.

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