What with Wimbledon into its first week, the racing at Ascot behind us and loads of other summer parties on the horizon, spare a thought for Will Lewis, editor of the Daily Telegraph. I can only imagine that he has so many stiff cards on his mantelpiece that he must be in quite a quandary as to which party he might grace with his presence on which particular day or night.
But Axegrinder thought he might have made it along to boss Murdoch MacLennanÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s Telegraph summer party at Leeds Castle last Saturday night. Surely this had been in his diary for weeks? Or perhaps not.
Lewis opted instead for a trip to Salcombe in Devon to attend a family party hosted by the Witherows Ã¢â‚¬’ the husband, John, of Sunday Times fame.
Maybe Lewis actually had his black tie packed in the boot of his car, but then decided at the last minute that the rain was too torrential to drive to Kent.
Incidentally, the lovely Rebekah Wade, editrix of The Sun was there, too. Wade couldnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have been too pleased when one of the young Witherow groupies got up to make a speech singing the virtues of The Mirror, saying Ã¢â‚¬Å“for me and my mates thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the paper we read,Ã¢â‚¬ rather than The Sun.
CÃ¢â‚¬â„¢mon Rebekah, itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s time to fill your paper with more stuff to bring in the youff readers.