This wasn’t how it was meant to be. This wasn’t his best life. It should have been him, not Lord Big Dave, who commandeered the private plane for a surprise visit to Ukraine. It should have been him who got the photo op of a handshake with President Zelenskiy. He was good at all that PR bollocks. Standing around with the great and the good while never really saying anything. The perfect job for a man of little brain.
Instead he had been shifted to the Home Office bunker. Expected to actually do something while working with the batshit and the flatliners. In all probability a career-ending move. The ultimate crash and burn. To cap it all he hadn’t even yet managed to locate the first-class compartment in the back of his government limo. Where was the fun in that?
