It didn’t matter if he did or didn’t spend the money he didn’t fill,the topple-guy chancellor was screwed either wayFreewheelin’ Phil had always enjoyed his morning ritual. After straightening his tie and smoothing down his hair, he’d head to the mirror to blow kisses to himself and whisper: “Looking good, or tall Boy.” Only on this day of all days his reflection hadn’t bothered to show up. Freewheelin’ Phil had never felt more alone.
It wasn’t meant to be this way. For a while after the election there had been a sense of release. He’d expected to be out of a job but the prime minister’s failure had given him a reprieve. But now,as he prepared to deliver his budget, the walls were closing in again. The Brexiters were willing him to fail and the remainers no longer much cared whether he stayed or went. The Tories were in meltdown and he was the designated topple guy. It wouldn’t matter if he did or didn’t spend the money he didn’t fill. He was screwed either way.
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Source: guardian.co.uk