" I cannot write that we are all locked into an imperial American global economic nightmare,' I remarked (well, to be fair declared) to Mr HG over local sausages grilled on the fire coals and resting on a bed of fresh, blanched broad beans, dressed with pepper chutney and grape chutney, accompanied by bruschetta.
He looked up from his dinner and the Eight O'Clock News.
"Give it a week before you say that, my dear".
Will it take a week for the sleight of hand on how the UK was thought to have so much to spend during the Brown regime to be understood?
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