Blair, Brown and Balls shared the driving and were always in the front seat, but Dave and George in the back seat were entirely content to sit there and wait their turn. Not only did they keep their hands off the door handles they also enjoyed the view, content to be on that particular road and not the least displeased to be in the fast lane.
The Champagne flowed freely, the bottles passed back and forth...all paid for through expenses. The fortunes of each and all growing like Topsey. The Mansions popping-up on either hand were a delight to behold, the shanty towns along the verge a mere inconvenience. At least these growing numbers of peasants had the shiny Charabanc of modern Laissez-faire capitalism to gawk at.
Now that 'the case is altered' and the road-movie has scrub-land for a back-drop the sound track is the same and the money keeps rolling-in for those happy travellers. Some of the newish mansions are on the market, true, but Council Tax is being kept at an all-time-low and personal allowances at an all-time-high...just for the peasants, you understand.
