THIRTY-TWO
‘You had best stay here, Sir,’ the aide more than suggested to the prime minister.
The PM brushed the aide aside; he wasn’t about to go out, least of all into a baying mêlée of the great unwashed just for prime minister’s questions in the House.
As is normal, the House of Commons debating chamber was packed for Question Time and, although they were unaware it was to be postponed, they did know they would be stuck in the House for the duration. MPs and their entourages had been advised it was too risky to go outside. The fervour of the crowd was, at best, unpredictable, especially for Tory MPs, who were considered red rags to a massive herd of bulls all dressed in black hoods. Why the hoods? It was thought it was out of respect for Sister Winifrede, their inspiration, or like
