Iron Age

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

You’ll have a word at your end?  Splendid.  Let’s not
put anything on paper, at this stage.
I don’t expect it to go to Cabinet –
Willie might go on the rampage. No, no
worries about Treasury squealing – I’ve squared Douglas.  What?
Don’t.

Tom Vaughan

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