Babs was what Diana, God help us, might be thirty years hence high-heeled, ceramicized, liposucted, devaricosed, her goldenfall of hair as shiny and hard as peanut brittle.
"This is not a time for checks and balances, " a close associate of the prime minister told me in confidence in the autumn of 2010, as we sipped the golden wines of Tokaj and watched the golden leaves fall in the gathering dusk.