Iron Age

The PMís got a bee in her bonnet on this one,
so Ė sorry if I put the screws on you Ė
but my chaps tell me your chaps are being sticky.
Of course, I understand their point of view,
and as minefields go, I know itís bloody tricky.
But, in the end, itís simply got to be done.   

Youíll have a word at your end?  Splendid.  Letís not
put anything on paper, at this stage.
I donít expect it to go to Cabinet Ė
Willie might go on the rampage. No, no
worries about Treasury squealing Ė Iíve squared Douglas.  What?

Tom Vaughan

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