Sunday, December 10, 2006
Bill Cash and the Man on the Omnibus
I am delighted to see that at least some traditions don’t change in the good old Tory Party. I think it was Lord Curzon who was introduced to the delights of public transport in the 1920s for the first time. He was persuaded to take the bus home by his secretary but never having been on one before he rather assumed that a bus was like a taxi. So as he paid his fare he said to the driver of the Number 24, “now, take me to 23 Eaton Square, there’s a good chap.” Following in this fine tradition the resplendent Eurosceptic MP Bill Cash also got on a Number 24 this week and proceeded to ask the driver to wait a couple of minutes for some friends who were having difficulty with the ticket machine outside the Garrick Theatre. My witness to the ensuing events tells me that Mr Cash became more than a little exasperated when the driver of the bus explained that he most certainly could not do as requested and closed the doors. Cash stood in the way but the doors were too strong for him. “I demand you stop this bus now,” spluttered the hapless parliamentarian, but to no avail. Eventually he was let off outside St Martin in the Fields. Whether he was ever reunited with his friends we shall never know.