From
The Guardian (
here):
Fricassée de David Cameron was not on the menu – it was quail salad followed by poached veal and with a dessert of strawberries to round things off, since you ask – but if you were the prime minister it surely must have felt like it.
Imagine: you’re sat round a table with 27 other reasonably important people, all of whom think you have done something unbelievably stupid and are now determined that you follow through with something unbelievably enormous, very soon.
Your sole objective, meanwhile, is to do nothing whatsoever for as long as possible, while pretending you know what you want when actually you don’t because it will be your unfortunate successor who decides.
It can’t have been pleasant.
He'll get no sympathy from me ...
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