Who is Michael Gove

Michael Andrew Gove (; born Graeme Andrew Logan, 26 August 1967) is a British politician serving as the Member of Parliament (MP) for Surrey Heath since 2005. A member of the Conservative Party, he has served in various Cabinet positions under Prime Ministers David Cameron, Theresa May and Boris Johnson. Gove has twice run to become Leader of the Conservative Party, in 2016 and 2019, finishing in third place on both occasions.

Born in Aberdeen, Gove was in care until being adopted aged four months old, after which he was raised in the Kittybrewster area of the city. He attended the independent Robert Gordon's College and studied English at Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford. He then began a career as a journalist at The Press and Journal before having a long tenure as a leader writer at T...
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Propertyinsidr: analysis: is michael gove going to war with landlords?
Notenoughearth: breaking: michael gove is considering whether to lift the ban on new onshore wind farms in england. we now need as many mps as possible to convince him to act. can you email your mp and ask them to write to michael gove in support of lifting the ban?
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Meanderingtripe: the real surprise worthy of a headline would be if a pressure group founded by michael gove, nick boles, & francis maude said anything that wasn’t squarely in line with the usual stuff from the england Über alles tawdry end of the conservative party. because that’s who they are.
Suewilson91: "the degree of denial of brexit’s effects from the architects of the folly has been spectacular but the brass neck of michael gove at the weekend surely took things to another level."
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A Woman-s Sonnets: Ii
 by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

Nay, dear one, ask me not to leave thee yet.
Let me a little longer hold thy hand.
Too soon it is to bid me to forget
The joys I was so late to understand.
The future holds but a blank face for me,
The past is all confused with tears and grey,
But the sweet present, while thy smiles I see,
Is perfect sunlight, an unclouded day.
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