Believe it or not I am typing this in a bedroom in Windsor Castle. No, I'm not being held prisoner pending a transfer to the Tower of London. Today I have been attending a St George's House Consultation on rebuilding trust between politicians and the media. I seem to be the New Media representative. It's all done under the Chatham House rules thingy so if I told you what went on I'd obviously have to shoot you, but there has been some lively debate about the changing relationship between politicians and the media. The twenty attendees are a mixture of media types, academics and politicians and the whole thing is being chaired by Martin Lewis.
A highlight this evening was a private post-prandial tour of St George's Chapel. It's very rare my breath is taken away but the ceiling of the chapel is something to behold. The whole place just exudes history. It was fascinating to see the tombs of so many monarchs and to learn a bit about their history. Delighted also to see Lady Thatcher's Garter seat and plaque. Her crest contains two lions. John Majors contains three cricket balls. Says it all really.
UPDATE: I've just been wandering round the Castle grounds and who should I bump into but a certain regal presence. "And what do you do?" she ventured. "I write one of Britain's most widely read blogs, Ma'am," I replied. "You're not Iain Dale are you?" she asked. "Indeed, Ma'am," I greased. "Very good story about Mr Brown today. Goodnight." And with that she and the corgis disappeared.
UPDATE: Thur 4.30pm I should tell tell you that the last paragraph of the story below was a joke. I'm only sorry Ellee Seymour seems to have, ahem, fallen for it! As does Guido. Or not, possibly.