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Daze Of Our Lives: Dave, Drugs And Me At Oxford

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by James Delingpole22 Sep 2015285

It’s a beautiful sunny afternoon in the summer of 1985 and three undergraduates are sitting cross-legged in an oak-panelled room high above one of Oxford’s grandest college quads stoned out of their brains on marijuana.

Two of us, both called James, are destined to become journalists; the other one of us, a guy called Dave, is going to become Prime Minister. But none of us is thinking about careers yet because the future is a long way away – and anyway, it’s much more fun getting wrecked on weed and listening to Supertramp’s Crime Of The Century.
“Check that out!” says Dave. His father’s a wealthy stockbroker; like the other James, he went to Eton; he’s very good at tennis, he’s got a gorgeous girlfriend called Fran and he speaks in the richy, fruity voice of one who knows he is born to rule.
“Check what out?” I say. Of the three, I’m the least posh. I only went to a ‘minor public school’ and I speak with a slight Birmingham accent.
“That amazing drum sound,” says Dave. “Where the beats all go close together and kind of merge into one.”
“Oh yeah. The flam” says James, who knows his music.

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