“WHAT I’m really looking for is a little forgiveness,” simpered Matt Hancock as he munched a camel’s penis.
Well, he won’t get it from the hard-pressed West Suffolk voters he deserted in return for £400,000 in hard cash.
Nor, probably, from his wife Martha and the three children he ditched after being exposed by The Sun as a buttock-clenching hypocrite.
And certainly not – if there is any justice – from the millions he forced into catastrophic lockdown and who must now pay the price in Thursday’s slash-and-burn emergency Budget.
Forget for a moment the £50billion black hole which allegedly opened under Liz Truss’s well-intentioned but disastrous mini Budget.