'I want good jobs,' said Phil. Almost anything would be better than his | John Crace

It didn’t matter if he did or didn’t spend the money he didn’t have, the fall-guy chancellor was screwed either wayFreewheelin’ Phil had always enjoyed his morning ritual. After straightening his tie and smoothing down his hair, he’d head to the mirror to blow kisses to himself and whisper: “Looking good, Big Boy.” Only on this day of all days his reflection hadn’t bothered to show up. Freewheelin’ Phil had never felt more alone.It wasn&rsquo