Either the PM is playing a canny long game on Brexit or self-destruction is her default setting
Maybe it was too much time in front of the TV watching the royal wedding. Or maybe it was just too long in the sun. Whatever it was, our politicians appeared to have returned from their weekends even less able to think straight than normal. Even the four pot plants, who can normally be relied upon to be the sole repository of sanity, were beginning to wilt.
Theresa May had woken up desperate to talk about something other than how her government was failing to deal with Brexit. So she had hopped on a train to Macclesfield to stand in front of Jodrell Bank – beam me up, Scotty! – where she could give a regulation off-the-peg speech about how British science was going to save the world. In particular, artificial intelligence.