Biggles and his chums in their three or four working aircraft are now engaged in flying very fast over Syria and sometimes dropping munitions on disused buidings and olive groves, accompanied by hundreds of MoD press officers enjoying the Winter sun in Cyprus eager to feed journalists with footage and photos of Biggles, close-ups of his warplane, stunning aerial shots and anything in fact other than illustrations of the virtual insignificance of our Syrian contribution.
With much sound and light, Cameron has deftly deflected attention away from his most grievous screw-up - the mess in Libya. Libya, gateway to Europe for a tsunami of Mahgrebi and black Africans, rootless, without skills, eager for the wealth of the West. And Daesh-IS, now established in Libya and attracting support for a Caliphate from every dumb, poorly educated Islamist in Africa and a few dumb Islamist dicks in the UK, expensively but pointlessly educated. Perhaps Biggles can persuade Algie to take his very last aircraft to Malta (with a hundred or so MoD press officers) to fly sorties over the real enemy?
Libya will haunt Cameron in the final, sterile period of his office, with Blair, like some zombie ghoul in the background, a momento mori to a failed political life.