Delingpod #48 is UP!

The new Delingpod is out, and here are the places you can find it:

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Delingpoleworld.

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Delingpod 46 is UP!

The new Delingpod is out, and here are the places you can find it:

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Delingpoleworld.

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Delingpod 44 IS UP!

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Delingpod 43 Is Up!

The new Delingpod is out, and here are the places you can find it:

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Delingpoleworld.

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The Atherstone Hunt, Another Piece of Old England Killed by the Puritan Left

BOSWORTH, ENGLAND - MARCH 05: The Hounds and Horses of the Atherstone Hunt set out on a hunt on March 5, 2015 in Bosworth, England. The hunt is celebrating its bicentenary this year and today's commemorative hunt started from Bosworth. The hunt continues it's tradition with members paying a subscription …
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“Chris Packham’s joy as…”
Was there ever a phrase in the English language more indicative of the fact that whatever follows is certainly going to be a very bad thing rather than a very good thing?

And so it is with this story.

Read the rest at Breitbart.

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Remoaner Loon James O’Brien Struck Down by the Curse of Delingpole

James O’Brien’s book How To Be Right has been spotted in the online equivalent of the remaindered pile.

His book, which only came out three months ago, has had its price slashed from £12.99 to 99p. This is not a sign of success.

Normally I’d be far too generous and sweet-natured to gloat over a fellow author’s failure – even an author as irksome and vindictive as James O’Brien, a self-hating public schoolboy with a radio show in which he rants about how awful Brexit it is and accuses everyone who disagrees with him of being a racist.

But on this occasion, I have to make an exception. Here is why:

 

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Delingpod LIVE!

For the full Delingpod experience, Podcast Live presents:

THE DELINGPOD LIVE IN LONDON!

(A few other political podcasts will be featured, naturally.)

Date: Sunday 7th April

Location: The Light, Euston, London

Tickets£12 (sessions) – £30 (All day)

Use this Special Friends discount code: It’s JAMES19

See you there!

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Who remembers the greatest crusader?

God’s Wolf tells the story of Reynald de Châtillon, largely written out of history.

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For your perfect summer read I’d recommend Zoé Oldenbourg’s 1949 classic medieval adventure The World Is Not Enough. It’ll comfortably occupy you for a good fortnight and while it’s thrilling, romantic and heartbreaking enough to keep you turning the pages, it’s also so beautifully written and historically illuminating that you won’t feel the emptiness and self-disgust you do when you’ve finally got to the end of a bog-standard airport thriller.

Read the rest in the Spectator.

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David Cameron’s Kept His Head Down, So Let Him Chillax

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David Cameron was in the news again this week after being paid £1 million a minute to give a speech explaining why Brexit was a terrible mistake at the annual Gay Stranglers’ Guild gala dinner at a brutal dictatorship in central Asia, before spending a week cruising the Baltic on the yacht of Putin’s second-favourite oligarch with the prettiest members of the Russian men’s lacrosse team.

No, wait. My bad. Had he done that, as we know from similar cases, he would have got off scot-free. Instead, the ex-PM did something far, far worse in the eyes of our ever watchful media: he was photographed enjoying himself at a Cotswolds pop festival with a glass of booze in one hand and a fag in the other.

The press launched themselves on Dave with all the ravenous glee of those evil- parasitic sea fleas that gnawed the leg of the Australian boy who went paddling in the sea off Melbourne and turned it into a jellied pulp (just Google it — but only once you’ve had your breakfast). That’s because, get this, our Dave hadn’t just been caught out-rageously letting his hair down at Wilderness Festival; he’d been photographed talking to a woman wearing a sequined jacket with a neon pink heart embroidered with the word ‘Corbyn’. Oh the hilarity!

According to the Independent (an online freesheet) it was Just. About. The. Most. Embarrassing. Thing. Ever. It quoted the jacket’s owner, Lucy Edwards, as saying: ‘He was so mad when he saw me walk off with what was on my back.’ Which I’m sure was exactly what Cameron thought — he wasn’t just being polite to a pushy stranger at a festival or anything.

Read the rest in the Spectator.

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Mr. Delingpole’s Sporting Tour: “I Must Establish a Career Where I Can Afford to Hunt Three Times a Week”

I’m writing this on a Monday morning and I remember the sensation all too well: it’s exactly the same sense of despondency and nostalgic yearning I used to feel after a weekend’s clubbing in the late 80s. Only this time, it’s not an Acid House all-nighter I’m coming down from, but a day out with the “Chid and Lec”, better known as the Chiddingfold, Leconfield & Cowdray Hunt.

Gosh, what a fun meet. All I can think about is the instant friends I made that day.

When I arrived — as a guest of joint-master Robin Muir — I didn’t know any of them from Adam. But five hours of hard riding and gentle quaffing later, they felt like my dearest mates.

From the 90 or so who were at the meet to enjoy the lavishly generous whisky mac stirrup cups in front of FitzHall, home of Rupert and Louie Uloth, to the 20 knackered stalwarts who stuck it out to the end.

“No sex,” complained our field master, Paul just before our huntsman Adrian “Sage” Thompson blew for home. I thought this was hunt-speak for “not much action.” But it turned out I’d misheard him.

He’d said “No scent. They just can’t pick up the trails.” Which was a bit sad, really, because according to various informed sources who’d heard it from the great Nigel Peel MFH (who began his career with this hunt) we were hunting over some of the best scenting country anywhere in England.

Quite a bit of it was marsh. At times, it almost felt like being cavalry at Passchendaele. Everyone ended up so mud-spattered we looked like a herd of leopards. But despite the conditions and the lack of sport, we did seem to do an awful lot of insane galloping. This often involved some very slippery right angle turns on the edge of stubble fields that you’d never do if you weren’t hunting.

That’s why we all so love hunting, isn’t it? It’s a license to do naughty things.

Read the rest at Horse and Hound.

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