Watching this government bending over backwards to avoid falling flat on its face, as it negotiates the steps onto the world stage, reminds me of a conversation a friend once had with his daughter.
Daddy, can I have a pony? No. Daddy, can I have a dog? No. Not even a small puppy? No. Daddy, can I have a Hamster? No Darling. No pets that need looking after, cost a lot of money, require vets and make a mess. Daddy, can I have some torn jeans, dye my hair pink and have a tongue piercing? You can have a Pony.
For the last 72 hours,
