David and Samantha Cameron: the sequel

‘Look behind you,” shouted the cameraman, “he’s back.” And just as the rain stopped and the sun came out, there was David Cameron striding along Downing Street towards the black door of No 10. It really was him in his patrician Savile Row suit with his long trousers, blue shirt and blue tie. Only now his side parting is slightly more grey, and his once smooth face is a little more ruddy from his time in exile bodyboarding on Cornwall’s beaches and striding across those muddy Oxfordshire fields.

“Daddy’s back,” texted one Tory MP. “Fire up the Quattro, it’s time for change,” texted another. More than seven years after he left office, sadly humming a little tune to himself after he announced his accelerated departure,