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Diary

Sam Neill’s diary: Back in Blighty, remembering drinking binges of yore

Plus: why Nigel Farage has progressed as far as he can

3 May 2014

9:00 AM

3 May 2014

9:00 AM

I am back in the UK for work. Great time to turn up — after the grim, grey grind of the British winter. Here in Manchester, people stroll in shirtsleeves or T-shirts, though it’s still only 15 degrees. They are, in truth, dazzlingly white. Their semi-nudity strikes me as a tad premature, but then I’ve only just left my Indian summery vineyard in New Zealand via Bondi Beach.

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