from the Telegraph:
Weeks, months, even years from now, perhaps for the rest of my life, I will still be jolting awake in the night: heart pounding, pyjamas soaked in sweat, and lungs gasping frantically for breath, as I relive, in agonising slow-motion, the full screaming nightmare of that speech.
And I only had to watch it. So God alone knows how Theresa May feels.
That poor woman. That poor, poor woman. No matter how many black cats her chauffeur ran over on the journey to the conference centre, she did not deserve anything like this. No one deserves anything like this. Short of accidentally knocking over her lectern, and watching it topple on to an Army veteran in the front row, there is no way, simply no way at all, in which the Prime Minister’s speech could have gone any more wrong.
And none of it was her fault. If anything, that made it all the more painful.