It seemed like only minutes after Dave picked Lady Butler-Sloss to head the witch hunt enquiry into alleged paedophile activities 30-odd years ago that the dandruff-ridden hacks of Fleet Street began raking through her embarrassing connections to, er, well, paedophile activities 30-odd years ago! Not, I hasten to add, that she herself was involved but her late brother was since he was Attorney-General at the time and he appears to have firmly squashed any detailed examination of the accusations.
And yet still Dave picked her to head an enquiry that is already suffused with conspiracy theorists having multiple orgasms! Well, to be fair, Dave didn't actually pick her. Theresa May, his Home Secretary and a lady with her eye on his job, did that but it was Dave who had to endorse the decision and defend Lady Butler-Sloss against the first salvoes of incoming as her background history gradually became public, so the shit sandwich is definitely on his plate! I can understand that Dave knew absolutely nothing about her Ladyship but what about those highly paid, Old Etonian advisors with whom he surrounds himself? One can only suppose that none of them bothered to check the background so it looks as though the renegade Dominic Cummings, about whom I wrote recently, was correct when he dismissed them as, so to speak, politically dumb, Public School eye-candy!
Mind you, Lady Butler-Sloss must have been sloshed herself to accept the job in the first place knowing her brother's involvement; and then for her to become rather fierce in insisting that she would carry on despite the growing criticism might indicate the Lady emptied the decanter! Anyway, she's gone now and Dave must eat his shit sandwich in public whilst Mrs. May tries not to smile with those frightful shark's teeth of hers!