
Solved at last: the mystery of David Cameron’s generous waistline
Why is the Prime Minister inviting everyone into his kitchen, asks Isabel Hardman. Good question. Doesn’t he realise that for those of us fascinated by Dave’s struggles with his waistline, a glimpse inside his fridge – provided courtesy of the Sun – is the perfect opportunity for a snoop? Disappointingly, there’s no custard on display. In my days as a Telegraph columnist, I would receive regular updates from my source at Number 10 about the sauce at Number 10. Perhaps it’s nestling out of shot. At first glance, the Cameron fridge looks disappointingly anodyne: if it did contain any goodies stuffed with E-numbers, they’ve been removed. What we see is a Notting Hill
