Lord Cameron's grilling leaves him more red faced than one of his sunshine jaunts
Since being parachuted into the foreign office, Dave “call me Lord Chipping Norton” Cameron has managed to avoid a grilling by MPs – but examination day had to come. Wearing his best suit and a pair of loafers, he strolled into the foreign committee with a retinue of young interns – probably relatives of friends – and a face coloured pink by sunny jaunts and Christmas chillaxing; not just a man who had surfeited on turkey but, from the look of him, had been basted, stuffed and cooked on gas mark
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