The Lilac Cruiser

Came across this again the other day.   I once had the opportunity to run Hague and his wife Ffion over by the traffic lights at Vauxhall Bridge.  As a bonus, he was accompanied by one of our biggest competitors, a particularly nauseatingly self regarding oilslick of a man.  I could have dropped the clutch, hit the accelerator and those weird strangulated vowels would never have been heard again.  I suppose he’s going through a brief period as a national treasure, and that Pitt biography was right up there with Roy Jenkins on Churchill and the GOM as biography by a politician.  But once he’s foreign secretary, we’ll remember just what a total dickhead he is (1 week left to save the pound, 1977 Tory party conference, etc etc).