The supremely confident Michael Heseltine swept into Simpson's the other day leaving a gaggle of advisers and waiters trailing behind. With grand aplomb he fell into his chair and told the occupants to get on with their briefing.
Greeted with blank faces he rose to his feet and, without a word, moved to the next table where his bemused advisers were patiently waiting. What panache.
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