As David Cameron strolled back through the door of 10 Downing Street, moments after announcing his resignation and the handover of power to Theresa May, the soon-to-be-former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom revealed an unexpected predilection for scat.
‘On Wednesday I will attend the House of Commons for Prime Minister’s Questions, and then after that I expect to go to the Palace and offer my resignation so we’ll have a new Prime Minister in that building behind me by Wednesday evening’ he said, turning briskly before managing to walk with an even tempo, swinging arms, and a straight back.
And as he crossed the threshold of his soon-to-be-former home, Cameron began singing to himself. ‘Doo-doooo-doo-doo’ went the tune, caught by broadcasters’ microphones, ‘Good. Right’. And that was that.
Was this an homage to the great jazz singers of the past, an improvised melody expressing his sense of relief at no longer having to serve the country which he has so radically misshapen? Or had Cameron just defecated on the spot?
Either way – even as cabinet colleagues and those close to the Conservative Party sought to pay tribute to the man, who is surely a better friend than a Prime Minister – Cameron’s legacy was all the while swirling down the toilet.
