Cameron has just given the speech of his life, and celebrated by wasting no time getting out of Blackpool. Like me, he took a cab out of the conference straight after the speech and headed for Preston. He’s standing on platform six, smiling broadly, with Sam beside him. His aides are huddled ten feet away, giving him space. He’s just pulled this off, and I suspect he knows it.
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