My beautiful sadness on the eve of Father's Day, trying to guess what Cameron's message to the nation might be after leaving his daughter in the pub last weekend.
I took a look at The Times, and there they were again, a header on the front page for posterity and nothing more. Keith Vaz, whose crimes go whistling every day,
Maybe you meant it and maybe you didn’t, but when you said, with your hand pressed against your glass, ‘It must be so sad, not being able to enjoy a drink with friends,