There was something about the dressing gown. It wasn’t a paisley silk Hugh Hefner number but a solid M&S draught excluder, probably bought around 1985, that Neil Parish donned when he returned to his home late on Friday night with reporters camped outside. The disgraced MP may spend the week in Westminster, but he is an old-fashioned Somerset farmer with a labrador called Kitty while his loyal wife Sue is a stalwart of the village choir. When he said he was looking up tractors and became distracted by porn, it wasn’t the best excuse since badgers moved the goalposts, but it was possibly true. Most farmers are obsessed by their machinery. Even James Dyson once insisted on showing me his £500,000 customised tractor.
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