There's Always That One Restaurant You Never Got to Trash

Given all the problems he managed to cause, it is certainly charitable of Britain's late Head Boy to regret mainly the fact that he failed to provide a sufficiently attractive market for insurance companies to profit from the elderly. With the merry connivance of their little orange faglings, the Head Boy and his chubby little chumlies of the Bullingdon Club passed the Health and Social Care Act, effectively wrecking health and social care; now, having reaped the financial rewards from his six-year spree of poor-bashing and cripple-kicking, the Head Boy has had a bit of a burble about where it all went wrong. The answer, as always, is doubtless that his government failed to create a sufficiently hostile environment for the young, the unemployed, the sick, the poor, the wogs and the hated public sector. For his own part, the Head Boy saw in his constituents the catastrophic cost of care for the elderly, and was so concerned about it that he decided representing them was far less important than putting up a new garden shed.