Pure, Cold Rage. Warm, Clean Hands.
When does anger become leadership? And who takes responsibility when that anger escapes the television studio?
Barely 24 hours after I made the note that Nigel Farage had been conspicuous in his absence, out he came, scurrying in front of a camera.
With an “emergency address” no less, sounding for all the world like he was not only measuring the curtains for Number 10, but already waving away the movers who had just decamped all …
