Learn a lesson from Hillary, George
NIGHTS drawing in, autumnal bite in the air, Strictly back on TV: is it too early to start thinking of Christmas presents? All right, no need for that language.
I only ask because there is someone in the news this week who is crying out to be given tickets to see Frozen when it returns to cinemas in the run-up to Christmas. This person would benefit in particular from a hearty singalong to Let it Go, the Disney film’s fiendishly catchy anthem to survival, to pushing the past where it belongs and getting on with life.
Yes, it is George Osborne, the former Chancellor who, if he was a Disney character, would surely be the hunter who shot Bambi’s mother.
If that seems a tad harsh, it is as nothing to the portrait of Mr Osborne that emerges in an Esquire magazine profile. According to this, David Cameron’s ex-wingman has yet to get over being sacked by Theresa May. Now the editor of the Evening Standard (one of many well-paid positions he holds), the magazine says Mr O has gone further than making plain his feelings about the Prime Minister’s handling of Brexit in blistering leaders and front pages. In a piece titled George Osborne’s Revenge, reporter Ed Caesar writes: “According to one staffer at the newspaper, Osborne has told more than one person that he will not rest
Now, this may be a nothing more than a tactic by Mrs Clinton to annoy the bejesus out of the man sitting in what she thinks should be her seat in the Oval Office. If so, it is working. In his Twitter review of the book, the president writes: “Crooked Hillary Clinton blames everybody (and every thing) but herself for her election loss. She lost the debates and lost her direction!”
Mrs Clinton’s response was to give the wasp nest another whack, tweeting him a picture of the children’s version of her book, It Takes a Village, with the message: “If you didn’t like [What Happened] there are some good lessons in here about working together to solve problems.” Sarcasm in defeat masquerading as grace. Classy. In another tasty publicity stroke she sent pizza to a queue of people waiting outside a bookshop in Manhattan for a signing session.
What the future holds for Mrs Clinton is unclear, but for all her billing of herself as a “wife, mom, grandma”, one doubts she is going to go quietly into a retirement of babysitting and cruises.
Whatever else it is, What Happened is her way of drawing as much of a line as possible under perhaps the greatest disappointment of her life. Note the absence of a question mark in that book title. Consider this a cool explanation, not a panicky post-mortem. Above all, it shows she is angry, but is not consumed by anger.
Look and learn, George.