Shock appointments and faces like thunder at the launch of Team Jenda
It was around 9.30am, and Leo was heading to the restaurant for a feed. He was wearing his lovely blue suit again. He had been wearing it the two previous days, also. It was clearly his Reshuffle rig-out.
"I'm running out of clean shirts to wear with it," he confided. He intended to tuck into a fry. "The Last Supper," he joked to a deputy.
Aha. Surely that meant that the Transport Minister was being transported to Health, the department of clean living, where such artery-clogging fare as a platter of rashers, sausages and eggs is strictly verboten?