Sunday, 1 March 2020

Waxwork meltdown

From where I’m sitting, the civil service boss who’s quit in a cloud of indignation looks very much like a case of a foot-dragger being taken to task by a mere woman, and a Tory woman to boot, for not doing what he’s been told to do, and throwing a huge wobbly because of it. His fate looks to likely to be having to put up with being hugged to death by Tory-hating luvvies.

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