His name is Philip. So, what do we know about him?
I know that as of today he’s husband to a Prime Minister. Theresa May is only the second female Premier that the United Kingdom has thrown up, so his is almost an inaugural role.
I know he’s a couple of years younger than his 59 year old wife, that Benazir Bhutto introduced the couple to each other at a Conservative Party Disco (I wonder what the dress code could have been for that?) and that he has a banking background, as does his wife. Surprise? Well, possibly not. A friend claims they bonded over a shared love of cricket, which may be true, of course. After all my own wife and I bonded over our mutual enjoyment of ironing (private joke).
A friend insists they are still very much in love. As she puts it, ‘When they are together they seem younger’, which begs the question: how old do they seem when they’re apart?
Mr. and Mrs. May have a home in Sonning- on-Thames; that is, when they are not at 10 Downing Street. Sonning-on-Thames is an authentic country village in rural Berkshire filled with authentic rustic millionaires, like George and Amal Clooney, Uri Geller and Led Zeppelin veteran Jimmy Page. It’s almost obligatory to wear a smock, preferably sporting a Gucci label, on the quaint village street, but chewing a straw is considered vulgar.
So what is the life of a ‘First Man’ likely to demand? Fortunately, just up the road from No. 10 he can get advice from the best possible authority on the subject. His regal namesake has held down the role for many years, and should be able to give him a tip or two. There may be advantages in following five paces behind as wife Theresa toadies up to Monsieur Hollande – a chance to share the odd bawdy joke with Jean Claude Juncker as they watch her mud wrestling with Angela Murkel, or the opportunity for a touch of insider trading during eighteen holes with Bank of England Governor Mark Carney. Maybe he can adopt Prince Philip’s uniquely Greek sense of humour, which has embellished so many encounters with the world’s wide diversity of people and characters. Perhaps he may be able to offer informed advice upon entertaining at the State level:
“Whatever you do, don’t put Vladimir Putin and Petro Poroshenko next to each other. Watch the Chinese president. He brings his own cook but his table manners are terrible. Keep a close eye on your dog.”
Ah, but realistically the next four years or so of Philip May’s life are likely to be far more mundane. He has his own banker’s priorities, and will probably not follow Theresa around on her State travels. Instead he will likely be found most evenings gazing forlornly into his beer and playing gold-tipped darts with the regulars at ‘The Bull’ in Sonning-on-thames,.
“Where’s your Missis tonight, Phil?”
“Oh, she’s Prime Ministering again. Got some bloke over from Australia to talk about sheep.”
“Interesting chappies, sheep.”