It looks as though 'Philip the Pillock' Hammond's first great entry onto the stage of history started with a pratfall - ohdearwhatapitynevermind! You have to ask why nobody noticed that 'Dim Dave's' injunction against any rise in taxation was still operative. I think, and I know I am being unusually, even excessively, sympathetic, that there might be some slight excuse for the PM who has other great matters of State on her mind but there is no excuse for 'Spreadsheet' Phil who is supposed to be a millionaire master of financial detail and who was in the Cabinet when 'Dave' made his daft promise.
However, there is no excuse at all for all those jumped up little SPADs who are paid handsomely to keep one step ahead of their masters and mistresses in order to clear the dog turds before the high and the mighty step on them. According to the 'prints', these SPADs, particularly the two who operate behind the skirts of 'St. Theresa of May', are enormously powerful to the extent that even Cabinet ministers cringe when they pass. So where were they when they were needed?
To be fair - not a practice we encourage here at D&N - it could be that their bosses were warned but chose to ignore it. Perhaps they thought we, the plebs, would not notice. Big mistake! Anyway, I'm off today to meet up with 'SoD' to buy him lunch to celebrate his birthday. He, of course, being self-employed, is one of the victims of cruel Toryism so I expect a fairly non-stop moan 'n' groan. Still, at least he might give Brexit a rest!
(For the benefit of my foreign readers, 'SPAD' means Special Advisor.)