Poor Lord Ashcroft. Just over three weeks ago we might have got terrifically exercised about his biography of Carrie Johnson – First Lady.
We’d have got worked up about the allegations about Boris being scared of her, about her getting him to hire her friends to important political jobs, about her presiding over a shambolic establishment in Downing Street littered with food cartons and dog poo, even about the story that she was fired from Conservative HQ for putting in expenses claims for taxis in younger colleagues’ names.
