How much worse can it get ?

We now discover that on the day the Prime Minister instructed the country in a pre-recorded message that we all must stay at home, he himself jumped into the back of a chauffeur-driven limousine to drive out to Chequers – no doubt lovely, but quite obviously against the rules which he himself had just announced to the country as a whole. Of course, there was an excuse: he wanted to join his pregnant wife. But it was the moment of total, compulsory lockdown announced and enforced by the Prime Minister’s own edict.

And now he says lamely that no-one had told him that the party in the garden was a party in spite of at least one person willing to testify on oath that he had done.

It’s utterly lamentable: pathetic, if it wasn’t so tragic.