Quaint

On a long trip in remote places, you end up listening to a lot of podcasts. One we heard today, driving in rural South Australia, (see pictures below), included Dominic Cummings and Michael Gove having this exchange, in which Gove’s Westminster-bubble-naivety is amusingly punctured by Cummings:

Cummings: The Tories have just moved on in the public mind, to a place even worse than universal loathing and hatred: they're kind of parked in the you're-just-waiting-to-die space. 

Gove: So the public think of them as wheelwrights or thatchers or stained-glass-window-makers; the party's seen as a quaint, irrelevant organization? 

Cummings: No, I wouldn't say quaint; I'd say, if you're going to have a metaphor like that, that it's more like the local vagrant who used to smash everything up, but he's now a cabbage sitting in a wheelchair and not relevant any more. That's the metaphor I would use.

[Photographs show Mount Remarkable in Melrose, South Australia, including the North Star Hotel, "the oldest licensed hotel in thd Flinders Ranges" (it had a very welcome log fire today).]

 

For full podcast, link is here.