The doors remained shut for a good while as the assembled journalists waited for Theresa May’s press conference on Thursday evening. I was fixated. Was she going to resign? Was she just going to kick down the door? Was she going to dance in with her strange jerking for fun? Was she going to come in crying, with mascara streaking down her face, swigging a bottle of gin and telling everyone that most of her party were, in John Major’s apposite words, a bunch of “bastards”? No. She was eerily calm and gave a speech that no one understood had ended as it had no climax. Then questions. Some blather about cricket and off she went presumably to yet another meeting where everyone hates her. She had been in such meetings for days now. She stood in the Commons ploughing over rough terrain like a tank. There was no support from her own side but God she still managed to make it all sound boring.
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