Look how I resemble David Cameron’s cabinet.
The fur is flying, the teeth and claws are out. Discarded
secretaries of state and junior ministers fluff everywhere and a selection of Michael Goves and George Osbornes wet, smelly pieces of shit, trodden into the carpet. I confess, I do love a bit of political drama.
Hark! Who darkens my door? Is it Theresa May?
Oh, it’s the waitress with a dustpan to clean up the mess. She’d make a fine PM herself.