I see her as a Berlusconi, a Savile, a Boris, developing an unassailable cult of personality as a smoke-screen for her own particular brand of self-obsessed shenanigans.

Clearing out my hard drive, I’ve just come across this footage. My grandfather marketed turbines. Or something. I think they had to be started by hand? Anyway, here’s Gran giving a demo. He shot this on 9.5mm film and, although I have his projector, it’s a fire hazard. I scanned in a few frames instead […]