Sasha’s book betrayal write out of order
LAST week I felt intensely sorry for two men I usually criticise.
The first was David Cameron, who is portrayed as louche and raffish in Sasha Swire’s diaries. He and Samantha had trusted this woman’s friendship and relied on her support when they were devastated following his departure from No 10.
Swire, left, with husband Hugo, has sold Cameron’s misery for filthy lucre and the sense of hurt must be bitterly deep.
The second was Boris Johnson, who was snapped looking haggard with a dog lead and baby’s feeding bottle in his hands.
That sums up the problem: he has been seriously ill and is doing too much too soon.
He needs a proper rest away from both political and domestic duties.
Why don’t his friends force the issue?