'Yes all right, sir, you’re Charles Stuart, Prince of Wales, hiding from Cromwell’s Roundheads — now if you don’t mind, we just want to rescue this lady’s cat.’
Here we are again. Fifty years ago the fashionable view was that Britain was ungovernable. Chancellors wrote their budgets kow-towing to the bond markets, and, if they did not make their obeisance low enough, had to beg from the International Monetary Fund. The unions had turned out one democratically elected government and were giving the
