There is much ado regarding Sarah Vine’s memoir, How Not to Be a Political Wife. It is a book about rivalry and resentment, entitlement and marriage. Everyone in Westminster is talking about it – how it delves into the testy, Etonian politics of the David Cameron premiership, from ascent to decline. How it is as much about friendships, parties, trips to Ibiza and the cocktails made.
Talking of which, who knew David Cameron’s favourite? Vine talks of boozy nights “swimming” in them, where hedonism would take precedence over any political ideals. At Chequers, perhaps, or some other lavish place to be convivial.
