No one likes Bank of England Governor Mervyn King. It’s so bad that on a slow news day a Telegraph columnist decided to skewer him for no particular reason.
He should have been a Roman emperor.
Look at him. The Caesar-like silver of his hair. The haughty flaring of his nostrils. That wobbling baby potato of a chin. And his demeanour: that stately grandeur, that portly superiority, that august aloofness.
Hell hath no fury like the British press. I fear for the mental health of my compatriot Mark Carney who will soon be in charge.
Thanks to lilac for the article.
