And proud of it. Collectively, however, they shared a bloodlust of animalistic intensity that found expression in waves of screamed enthusiasm that were sent crashing across the court.“Changed, hasn’t it?” Sir Henry Ponsonby mused, his thin face masked by the shade of a large Panama. He didn’t ne...
Put another way, it’s where they go to cry. Yet, all politics being imagery, they have to put on a brave face, which was exactly the position in which Ben Usher found himself. He had gathered his backbenchers for a Sunday ‘strategy session’, where he and other ministers would tell the flock how h...