Headmaster, he pushed me!

On the survival skills of a politician in times of Net Zero

"My husband didn’t come home last night!" The woman next to me at the café terrace lets her words sink in, knowing full well that this opening line has grabbed everyone’s attention. Her friends exchange knowing glances, so I assume the man has a reputation as a philanderer. "Juanma was stuck all night on the AVE (not a woman’s name, but the high-speed bullettrain) between Madrid and Málaga," the woman continues.