The well-heeled shoppers strolling through the grand promenade and pleasure gardens of Cheltenham’s prosperous centre might be expected to offer Boris Johnson’s bruised government some desperately needed respite. But the mere mention of the prime minister’s name provokes a reception as frosty as the chill air sweeping the Cotswolds spa town.
Outside the House of Fraser department store, Chris Carter, 74, is fed up with the man he helped put into No 10. “I don’t like the bloke – I’m not happy,” says Carter, clutching some bags. “He is hiding lots of things. He’s only saying sorry when he’s caught out [over the parties in Downing Street], but there is more to come out. It’s not just parties – what else is he lying about?”
