Liam Fox? My dear, I screamed!
So here I sit in the VIP departure lounge at JFK, fighting off all attempts to put ice in my Auld Johnston. Before they call the flight to Oakham International, let me share with you my hopes for the months ahead in Britain.
First, the Conservative Party. Cameron has made that the fatal error of announcing that he will go before the next election, with the result that the his potential successors have been running wild. Let me list them…
George Osborne, whose political philosophy does not extend beyond the demand that he should have all the sweets and have them now.
Theresa May, who reminds me of a Matron I once employed at the Home for Well-Behaved Orphans. Whilst Terribly Efficient, she was unwilling to take the broad view on bedtimes and muddy knees providing the first XI won its fixtures and her charges showed promise at committee room theory and practice.
Boris Johnson, who wears a Donald Trump fright wig.
I also heard Dr Liam Fox refuse to rule himself out as a future Tory leader. My dear, I screamed!
Lord Bonkers was Liberal MP for Rutland South West, 1906-10
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