Watching the Budget speech yesterday, I couldn’t quite work out who the Chancellor John Healey reminded me of.
Something about his apologetic, rather mournful demeanour, his hesitant, almost timid delivery, the general hand-wringing.
Something about the slight downward turn of his nose, the orientation of the ears, that rather plaintive expression.
Who was it? And then, around the point he started droning on about the new sports centre for Trent, the penny dropped: Dobby the house-elf, from Harry Potter.
Sweet, sad Dobby. Enslaved by the wicked Malfoy family, poor Dobby was terribly cruelly treated, forced to brutally punish himself when disobeying their orders.
It wasn’t
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