A tiny remembrance of William Rees Mogg

He came to the school I was at, Downside, once to give a little talk.

Not all that surprising as a couple of his kids were there (leading to much fun in the Mail when Emma R-M was discovered to be deputy head boy. Not quite, she was female assistant to the head boy while I was male such. You\’ll not be surprised to find that in a Catholic school I did all the work.)

Always thought it a little odd that only one of the sons went to Eton but there we are.

My major memory is that it was the first time I\’d ever seen someone wearing silk socks. Perhaps not quite what he would want to have been remembered for. But maybe so: I seem to recall that he made something of a point about always wearing such that he purchased from a clerical outfitter. Not cardinal\’s red but the blue (? purple?) of a bishop or possibly a Monsignor?

Given that, other than a brief mention in a Times blog of his, that\’s the only interaction I ever had with him I\’m afraid that\’s the only story I can add.

6 comments on “A tiny remembrance of William Rees Mogg

  1. The book he co-authored with James Dale Davidson “The Sovereign Individual” is a classic of modern Libertarianism.

    Sadly, it is out of print and the Kindle edition has not been published, despite numerous requests by myself and others…

  2. I’ve recently reread the book he co-authored with James Dale Davidson predicting the great financial crisis of 2000. They were wrong in their prognostications, but often in the sense of being premature. The consequences of what they correctly saw as a huge, unsustainable debt burden has now been playing out for a few years, I don’t suppose it’s finished yet.

  3. Wasn’t there a phrase “a Moggism”, which involved logical and rational argument from sound premises leading to the wrong conclusion? I treasure the article in the Independent headed “it was close, but Thatcher won it”, which came out in the morning of the day on which Mrs T resigned.

  4. OK, here’s another story. Many years ago, Sainsbury’s opened a supermarket in Vauxhall, noted at the time for its size and its extended opening hours, though neither would now be considered remarkable.

    So there I was in the aisles one Friday night, when I heard a voice calling for service. It was Rees-Mogg, clutching a box of cornflakes. A member of staff came to his assistance. “I’ve chosen my cornflakes,” said Rees-Mogg. “What do I do now?”

  5. Tim,

    “My major memory is that it was the first time I’d ever seen someone wearing silk socks. Perhaps not quite what he would want to have been remembered for. ” –

    On the whole it’s nowhere near as offensive as Napoleon’s comment on the contents of Talleyrand’s silk stockings.

Leave a Reply

Name and email are required. Your email address will not be published.

You may use these HTML tags and attributes: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>