The Blenheim Set

In between coughing and spluttering, my head full of cold is nevertheless gripped by the ongoing saga of the latest British scandal. The most coruscating account so far is by Peter Oborne in the Telegraph, but don't you wish that Evelyn Waugh could also deliver his fictional verdict on the affair?
Oborne has dubbed the contemporary players the Chipping Norton set, though a novelist might prefer The Blenheim Set as a title, given that the key protagonists have had various connections with that beautiful palace. Scene one: the wedding of Matthew Freud and Elisabeth Murdoch at the private chapel in Blenheim, a decade ago. Scene two: the gathering, via private jet, on a yacht in the Aegean Sea, of the new scions of influence and power, alongside the ancien regime. Scene three: another Oxfordshire wedding, in 2009, this time in the village of Churchill; the radiant bride Rebekah Wade, marrying David Cameron's old Etonian friend, Charlie Brooks. The nuptials appear in Vanity Fair; more details for the Waugh-to-be novelist can be found here in the Independent. Other potential characters in the cast: David Ross, another friend of Cameron's; and equally glittering tycoons, socialites and eminent party people, some of whom gathered to celebrate in an Oxfordshire garden last weekend.
Please feel free to add further layers, plot twists, and notes on a scandal... There is much gossip circulating about sex and drugs and skeletons toppling out of dark and rotten cupboards, though none of these yet proven (the rumours, that is; the skeletons are always rattling for those who inhabit high places, as for the rest of us; the risk of rattles possibly being one of the reasons that work to keep everyone quiet). I tend not to believe in conspiracy theories, but I'm still waiting to hear more details on so many unanswered questions: who was on the guest list at George Osborne's 40th birthday party last month? Will Hugh Grant play himself, or the prime minister, when the movie is finally made? And could it be scripted by Richard Curtis (Matthew Freud's brother-in-law), along the lines of 'Four Weddings and a Funeral' or 'Notting Hill' (two weddings so far in this potential script, and a funeral, after today's death of the News of the World, at the grand age of 168 years old)? If so, will the heroic Grant throw a punch at his former pr, clever Mr Freud (a man whose many skills include the art of match-making)? Actually, come to think of it, Grant has already come up with a very good plot line for the whole affair... If you haven't yet read his brilliant piece in the New Statesman -- commissioned by his ex-girlfriend, Jemima Goldsmith (whose house, if not her heart, is at the centre of the Blenheim landscape) -- do read it now. You couldn't make it up...