The inept, bumbling prediction disaster that is McTeacake gets it spectacularly wrong, yet again.
I bet that Eagle managed to get through that cock up of a campaign launch which was arranged to coincide with the anointment of the reincarnation of Thatcher, and to which, consequently no one came, and thought to herself ... well, in the words of that old New Labour ditty, "Things can only get Better".
Then she saw that McTernan was rooting for her, and just knew, without any shadow of doubt, that her best bet would be to throw in the towel.
