Why is the Prime Minister inviting everyone into his kitchen, asks Isabel Hardman. Good question. Doesn’t he realise that for those of us fascinated by Dave’s struggles with his waistline, a glimpse inside his fridge – provided courtesy of the Sun – is the perfect opportunity for a snoop?
Disappointingly, there’s no custard on display. In my days as a Telegraph columnist, I would receive regular updates from my source at Number 10 about the sauce at Number 10. Perhaps it’s nestling out of shot. At first glance, the Cameron fridge looks disappointingly anodyne: if it did contain any goodies stuffed with E-numbers, they’ve been removed. What we see is a Notting Hill yuppie selection of… well, I can’t identify much, but it all looks organically sourced. Apart from the Hellmann’s mayonnaise, and for all I know it could be the Light variety, only ’40 calories per dollop’ (though something tells me that Dave Dollops might be rather more generous than the average).
The one thing that does leap out at me, though, is all that olive oil.
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