The Diary Of A Lazy Lutyens Lout

In which our intrepid (and anonymous) columnist attends a conference for young right-wingers

When Creedence Clearwater Revival wrote ‘Fortunate Son’, they could well have been referring to me. We aren’t in 1970’s America, of course, and I don’t need to dodge the draft (which is a sure-shot way to ensure the Presidency). Still, I’m one of those despised Lutyens insiders, have lived in the heart of the city all my life and didn’t need to screw my way to the top. I went to the right college, too, because naturally there is only one proper college in the city of Delhi. By the way, do you know that a lot of the Republican’s (ours, not the crazies in America) anger against Lutyens’ Delhi is because he studied across the road, as did the head of the Patriotic Twitterati (PT) brigade? The fact that these two went to Hindu and not Stephen’s explains a whole lot; I feel sorry for them, Oxford and Harvard notwithstanding. Maybe I should roll them some of the Malana I got last week.