There are two types of people in this world: those of us that need a CV, and those that don’t. Oh, how I envy the happy few who exist so far beyond the realms of meritocracy that promotions and peerages, Telegraph columns and Evening Standard editorships, seem to befall them like heavenly manna; that band of brothers whose slipperiness is precision-engineered for pole-climbing and shit-repelling.
Oh, how I envy Nick Timothy.
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