The Unbearable Lightness of Burnham
Take a deep breath. Breathe in. Breathe out. Relax.
Go to your happy place.
There is an ocean. You feel calm. A sunset paints the rolling sand-dunes in shades of red and gold. The distant sound of children laughing. Birds float and swoop in the sky, glittering shoals of fish can be seen beneath the surface of the crystal waters, and walking along the beach towards you, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat and a sarong, is Home Office Minister Andy Burnham.
Andy approaches you. “Are you Andy Burnham?” you say, and in response he hands over a number of documents that verify his nature. As he passes these to you, a smile of great joy and satisfaction shimmers across his face, and he is bathed in a beatific light from all about. Two small birds fly down and perch on his outstretched arm, and sing the sweetest songs into his ear. A stoat blushes and flutters its eyelashes. Andy then says the following:
“I take the view that it is part of being a good citizen, proving who you are, day in day out.”
Breathe in. Breathe out. Relax.
You are in your happy place.







