For the Record...

To buy and read David Cameron’s lengthy memoire, I would have to be very, very bored, and have no other use whatsoever for the £25 it would cost. According to a review in the Observer, ‘there are lengthy tracts of self-justification as he relitigates every controversy of his career before almost invariably coming to the conclusion: “I was right”.’ Cameron could - and should - have waited until the country has extricated itself from the existential mess he left it in (and then let, say, another ten or twenty years go by) before putting his thoughts into print. I hope the book sells so badly that most of the copies will have to be pulped.

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