HENRY DEEDES: As he brandished his Brexit deal, the PM had the giddy look of a child
There he stood in front of a brightly decorated tree, somewhat flustered and doggy-chopped, his mouth slightly crooked, caught somewhere between smirk and smile. It was obvious he wanted to appear magnanimous in his hour of triumph but the eyes betrayed him. With Boris, it’s always the eyes. Buried deep in their sockets they twinkled … Read more