The handling of the EU Remain campaign seems to have run into a bit of bother. The proneness to error has brought to mind this story told by the author Evelyn Waugh, below.
The Earl of Glasgow in question was the 8th Earl, 1874-1963 who succeeded to the title in 1915. A naval person, his politics, far to the then Right, led him to be out of favour in 1942, although by then he was 68.
I suspect he could be a distant relation to one or other of the present Government.
Evelyn Waugh writes to his wife Laura, 31 May 1942;
No. 3 Commando was very anxious to be chums with Lord Glasgow, so they offered to blow up an old tree stump for him and he was very grateful and he said don't spoil the plantation of young trees near it because that is the apple of my eye and they said no of course not we can blow a tree down so it falls on a sixpence and Lord Glasgow said goodness how clever and he asked them all for luncheon for the great explosion.
So Col. Durnford-Slater DSO said to his subaltern, “have you put enough explosive in the tree”.
“Yes sir, 75lb.”
“Is that enough?”
“Yes sir I worked it out by mathematics it is exactly right.”
“Well better put a bit more.”
“Very good sir.”
And when Col. D Slater DSO had had his port he sent for the subaltern and said, “Subaltern better put a bit more explosive in that tree. I don't want to disappoint Lord Glasgow.”
“Very good sir.”
Then they all went out to see the explosion and Col. DS DSO said you will see that tree fall flat at just that angle where it will hurt no young trees and Lord Glasgow said goodness you are clever.
So soon they lit the fuse and waited for the explosion and presently the tree, instead of falling quietly sideways, rose 50 feet into the air taking with it 1/2 acre of soil and the whole of the young plantation.
And the subaltern said “Sir, I made a mistake, it should have been 7 1/2 lb, not 75.”
Lord Glasgow was so upset he walked in dead silence back to his castle and when they came to the turn of the drive in sight of his castle what should they find but that every pane of glass in the building was broken.
So Lord Glasgow gave a little cry and ran to hide his emotion in the lavatory and there when he pulled the plug the entire ceiling, loosened by the explosion, fell on his head.
Things really are going with a bang.