Peter Rhodes on a slow train, a job for Homer and whatever became of the navvies?
A pattern emerges. To get a seat in Donald Trump's cabinet, you don't need to be massively intelligent and if your principles are fairly flexible, so much the better. A comb-over haircut is a positive advantage but above all, you need a huge, instantly-recognisable TV image. Your hour has surely come, Homer Simpson.
And off into the Warwickshire countryside for a few lungfulls (lungsful?) of restorative fresh air. Inevitably, after a couple of miles we came across what the officials call the HS2 construction site and the rest of us call Mordor, a vast, obscene slash of concrete carving through some of the prettiest farmland in Britain. The striking thing is how little work seems to happening. We saw perhaps half-a-dozen HS2 blokes in helmets and hi-viz, mucking around with a couple of big yellow lorries. Yet there seemed no sense of urgency.
