merriment

Sir Ed Davey’s face was a picture. A whirling, twirling swirl of yee-haw, whoop-dee-doo delight. Golfers know the one: that pop-eyed look of pleasure that players pull, half shock/half ecstasy, as their ball plops into the hole from long distance. Like the novice hacker who’s just chipped in from a bunker, the acting Lib Dem … Read more