On Friday night I dreamt that John Redwood was prime minister, thanks to an administrative error. Iain Dale, the Tory blogger, and I became his makeshift aides. Redwood immediately appointed Angela Knight, the former Tory MP who now runs the British Bankers’ Association, as chancellor of the exchequer (against our advice). What can this all mean? And, more to the point, am I in need of some sort of psychiatric help?
Anyone who dreams about me is indeed in need of psychiatric help. Even I try not to dream about myself.