'I HAVEN'T YET BEEN TOLD TO SHUT UP'

摘要

Michael Heseltine is not a man with time to spare. On entering his modest office at the communities department's headquarters in Westminster's Marsham Street, he glances up from behind thickly black-rimmed spectacles and a mound of paperwork looking for all the world like a headmaster interrupted from his studies to scold an errant schoolboy. His expression indicates he can't, for a second, remember which particular schoolboy and which particular transgression he is supposed to be correcting, but he quickly collects himself and apologises that he is having a particularly busy day.