David Dimbleby - Family and Honours

Family and Honours

He is the son of the World War II war correspondent Richard Dimbleby and Dilys (née Thomas, from Wales) elder brother of Jonathan Dimbleby, also a current affairs commentator and presenter of both BBC and ITV programmes. David Dimbleby was chairman of the Dimbleby Newspaper Group, former publishers of the Richmond and Twickenham Times, acquired by the Newsquest Media Group in 2001 for a reported £12 million.

Despite the brothers presenting election coverage on competing channels, when asked in an interview about rival ITV's plans to include a riverboat party with the likes of Kevin Spacey and Richard Branson in their broadcast, David Dimbleby commented "They've got Jonathan Dimbleby, what do they need Kevin Spacey for?"

Dimbleby has three children by his first wife, Josceline Dimbleby, a cookery writer: Liza, artist; Henry, chef and co-founder of the healthy fast food chain Leon; and Kate, musician. Henry Dimbleby had a brief television career in a BBC TV adaptation of Arthur Ransome's children's novels Coot Club and The Big Six.

In 2000 Dimbleby married Belinda Giles, a granddaughter of Herbrand Sackville, 9th Earl De La Warr. They have one son, Fred. Dimbleby lives in Polegate, East Sussex with a second home in Dartmouth, Devon.

He was made an honorary graduate of the University of Essex in 2005, and is the President of the Institute for citizenship.

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