In my early twenties I spent memorable holidays crewing on a yacht in the Mediterranean. One afternoon we were entering the creek-like port of Ciudadella in Menorca when we realised that a departing car ferry was heading straight for us, gathering speed. Our entire crew, including me, began hollering uselessly and pleading with the youthful helmsman to take evasive action, while nearby fishermen gesticulated wildly, possibly to suggest that we throw ourselves overboard and swim for it. But our helmsman, wise beyond his years, ordered us to shut up. ‘I have chosen my course,’ he announced calmly, ‘and I intend to hold it.’ So he did, and we passed under the bows of the ferry into the calm of the inner harbour.
It was a life lesson I have never forgotten, and I offer it now to George Osborne. A fortnight before Budget day a flotilla of problems and special-interest pleas bears down on him, the clamour to change course is relentless, the narrow haven of fiscal balance coupled with a return to growth looks not much closer than it did when the coalition came to power.
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