Our grass in Herefordshire is growing three inches a week, with rhubarb leaves the size of punka-wallahs’ fans and asparagus standing to regimental attention, as if awaiting the command to quick march. Watching Alex Chalk I thought of that asparagus. The new lord chancellor is an erect, green, obedient presence and has not yet attracted beetles. There is a freshness to him — yesterday was his first Commons questions as a secretary of state — and skill. He is less annoying than many MPs and most barristers.
Chalk, 46, was promoted when poor Dominic Raab had to resign for hiding a mandarin’s games bag, or something similar. You do not prosper at Westminster without a sliver of ice in your soul but Chalk, previously minister
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