Oh come on, Jilly! You can't argue with that!

I'm just saying I saw this chart . . .

We had half the country sitting on its backside, claiming benefits. Until Georgie O finally had the gumption to stand up and say to the scroungers "ON YER BIKE!"

Did he? Was that him?

Of course it was! And it's not easy. When the newspapers go on about Notting Hill and being out of touch and all that. It makes you wonder if those journalists have ever even visited Notting Hill . . . Out of touch, my foot. It's got more bloody "multi-culture" than Heathrow Airport. Poor little Ollie had his    iPhone snatched last month. One of these   Arab boys came up to him on Oxford Gardens.

Poor Ollie.

It just makes me so MAD. You know? People go on about Notting Hill like it's another planet. We are not "out of touch". Thank you. Quite the opposite. I wish we were a bit more out of touch, frankly. In fact, entre nous, we're seriously thinking of moving.

No! Where to?

Wherever Damian can ski. Basically. We all love skiing so much. We had the estate agents round last week. First time in ages.

And?

Well . . . Enough said. We worked out we could sell up. Buy a little place in the mountains . . .

Bliss!

And with the last severance package and whatnot . . . Damian would never really have to work again. So, ON YER BIKE, Jilly! Eh? Never mind the chart. Get down to Savills asap. And let the good times roll again!