What must it be like to be on your guard all the time, being carefull about what you say, where you say it and who you say it to.
It can’t be easy, can it?
It’s one thing dropping yourself in it by whispering sweet nothings in the ear of the president of the USA with your microphone still open, but when friends publish a private conversation in their diaries…
It’s a wonder that all these MP’s and the like are mad with paranoia not knowing who they can trust.
Are the toilet cubicles all full, not with gentlemen crapping but furtively jotting down exchanges they’ve had with people so they don’t forget them that night when writing to ‘Dear Diary…’.
No wonder the public don’t trust these people when they can’t even trust each other.
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