Regular readers will know I’m a sucker for a political autobiography. I’ve just finished former Mr Speaker John Bercow’s ‘Unspeakable’. Interestingly, although thought of by most a keen Remainer, he started in the 80’s as a rabid Eurosceptic. Most interesting, though, are his opinions of recent PMs. Cameron, born, not with a silver spoon, but a silver trolley service in his mouth, a believer in nothing in particular with an easy, superficial charm. May, possibly the worst PM in 50 years, moved to tears only when she had to resign, showing no emotion over Grenfell or Windrush. And Boris? Always charming, but, best clue to his character, tried to cheat in a friendly tennis match.
“Boris Johnson’s bizarre ‘non-answer’ to question about cuts affecting disabled people in North Wales”
OK, everyone, imagine this scene in your kitchen. Your significant other asks why the washing up hasn’t been done, the living room’s un-hoovered and bins not put out. You say that, while you understand his or her feelings, you plan to invest record amounts in both...