Dave v Boris wars: a prequel?

David Cameron was on sparkling form last night, at our Parliamentarian of the Year awards. He joked about his photographer – saying he didn’t arrive for dinner because he saw fish was on the menu and didn’t want to pay for his own snapper. His remarks about the magazine were thoughtful, and well-researched. But what did he mean by the below? It certainly had the guests talking afterwards: some regarded it as the verbal equivalent of a horse’s head thrown into the bed of the Mayor of London. Me: I offer no opinion. But this is what he had to say:

“I think the great thing about the Spectator is your extraordinary heritage, the remarkable figures who’ve sat in the editor’s chair.  I’m thinking of people like Iain Macleod, Nigel Lawson and obviously not forgetting my own particular favourite.  We went to the same school, the same university and of course I’ve got a soft spot for him.  A man of high intelligence and huge ambition.  An irresistible charmer with an enviable head of hair.  Always bursting with brilliant turns of phrase and bright ideas.  Yes, my kind of political maverick… Ian Gilmour.  I’m not quite sure what went wrong for Ian.  I suppose he rubbed the Prime Minister up the wrong way and never really recovered.  Shit happens.  Anyway, there’s always the chance of becoming our ambassador in Pristina I suppose.”