If his mannerisms were histrionic, his message was gibberish. ‘We must be ceaseless in our fight to Keep Great Britain Great,’ he kept on repeating. ‘The British way of life, the British sense of fair play, the British love of Britishness.’ ‘It’s as if he has a vocabulary of thirty words,’ observed Lord MacAuslan, ‘and just throws them together indiscriminately.’ ‘How does he do that with his hair?’ asked Iona. ‘A better question would be: Why?’
Sound familiar?
