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TALK OF THE TOWN: Home is where the art is for the Marquess of Cholmondeley

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TALK OF THE TOWN: Home is where the art is for the Marquess of Cholmondeley who had a football pitch-sized house painted on his stately home’s lawn

The Marquess of Cholmondeley

The Marquess of Cholmondeley

As if his stately pile, Houghton Hall in Norfolk, isn’t big enough, the Marquess of Cholmondeley has installed a two-bedroom bungalow on its lawn – though he’s not about to downsize.

The Marquess, known to his close pals as David Rocksavage, commissioned artist Richard Woods to paint a football pitch-sized two-dimensional house, below, in his back garden.

Despite being 70,000 sq ft in size and named, ironically, ‘Estate’, it’s a modest cottage of the kind David, with his rarefied upbringing, has probably never set foot in.

Artist Richard tells me: ‘Many think it’s a comment on class division but it’s meant to represent how people see houses from the sky in aeroplanes.’

What a fabulously mad idea – but why bother when you could probably see David’s real house from space!

The Marquess, known to his close pals as David Rocksavage, commissioned artist Richard Woods to paint a football pitch-sized two-dimensional house in his back garden

The Marquess, known to his close pals as David Rocksavage, commissioned artist Richard Woods to paint a football pitch-sized two-dimensional house in his back garden

If there’s one person who knows that laughter is the best medicine, it’s doctor-turned-writer Adam Kay, below. Adam, whose company has just revealed a profit of £1 million, says he was penniless, lonely and miserable as a junior doctor until he decided to throw in his scrubs and become a writer and comedian, finding fame in 2017.

His irreverent book, This Is Going to Hurt: Secret Diaries Of A Junior Doctor, has now sold 1.5 million copies. Next year’s figures will be even healthier with a Christmas book in the offing and a stand-up tour that kicks off tomorrow. Just what the doctor ordered…

If there¿s one person who knows that laughter is the best medicine, it¿s doctor-turned-writer Adam Kay

If there’s one person who knows that laughter is the best medicine, it’s doctor-turned-writer Adam Kay

My lips are sealed, but… 

Which divorced TV broadcaster has ended a ten-year stint of singledom by taking up with a glamorous high-profile Leftie journalist? She’s married – so at least she’ll never write about the affair… 

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Celebs spouting nonsense 

Pop star Corinne Bailey Rae, below, says she’s not posh because she had a modest upbringing in Leeds but is troubled to find she’s not considered working class …because she knows what French puff pastry is. 

The singer-songwriter says: ‘I’m a weirdo and an outsider. I wrote a song called Choux Pastry Heart and was criticised. A truly working class person wouldn’t know what it is.’ 

I think all that proves is that she watches Bake Off! 

Pop star Corinne Bailey Rae says she¿s not posh because she had a modest upbringing in Leeds but is troubled to find she¿s not considered working class ...because she knows what French puff pastry is

Pop star Corinne Bailey Rae says she’s not posh because she had a modest upbringing in Leeds but is troubled to find she’s not considered working class …because she knows what French puff pastry is

White Mischief author James Fox has given up US citizenship to avoid being taxed in the States as well as the UK. 

James was born in Washington DC, has an American accent and considers himself American, but after decades of living in London has decided to be a Brit. 

‘They were going to take all my money and property and livelihood away because of tax, so I’ve given up my American passport,’ James, 74, told me at the launch of Jung Chang’s book Big Sister, Little Sister, Red Sister. 

Fox’s 1982 tome about decadent expats in colonial Kenya was made into a hit film starring Greta Scacchi and Charles Dance in 1987. 

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