AT last he has emerged from his super shed ... to shed light on his life in frontline politics and the aftermath of a mis-calculated decision that still haunts him.

It's pretty scary for each and everyone one of us, too.

While David Cameron will go down in history as one of our most troubled PMs, he will also be remembered for skills in press relations.

I recall him from my time as a television editor in the mid-90s when he was director of corporate affairs at Carlton TV.

Years later I saw him when he was leader of Her Majesty's opposition surrounded by men in black suits and engulfed by clipboard-hugging minions while he was visiting a provincial newsroom.

I had never seen such a tanned MP since Robert Kilroy-Silk floated along the Commons corridors.

I said 'Hi, Dave' (he had asked people to call him 'Dave') and he mouthed 'Hi' back without interrupting his mobile phone conversation.

Now in 2019 he looks a shadow of that confident, charismatic PM-in-waiting.

With all the timing and hype of a rock star with a tour and album to promote, he has ensured we all know about his book For the Record ahead of the Tory Party conference.

Meanwhile, former one-time pal and fellow Etonite Boris is already mentally writing chapters for his own eventual block-buster autobiography of his life as PM.

DC is a premier communicator. Yet why didn't he use these talents to explain the pros and cons of the nation-splitting EU referendum at the time?

The Cameron Interview on ITV on Monday with Tom Bradby showed a man unburdening himself three years after resigning from office.

It was followed by a drama called The Confession which was nowhere near as gripping.

His book is open heart surgery of the literary kind starring back-stabbers Boris and Michael Gove whom he calls, with Shakespearean flair, 'ambassadors of the post-truth age.' 

It all reminds me of reading Richard III at school and thinking how it was so far-fetched.

Forsooth – what skulduggery there is in real life.

The Cameron Years two-parter on BBC1 tomorrow has even more revelations.

MPs memoirs will always have kiss and tell betrayals.

I couldn't put Edwina Currie’s book down (quick enough down the toilet, that is).

And as for Theresa May, I look forward to her book with the same anticipation I have for root canal work.

The saving grace about Cameron's tell-all tome is that profits are going to various charities.

But please can our future PM and cabinet ministers share their experiences as they are actually happening and not wait for the book signings and lucrative after-dinner engagements.

Why should the public always be the last to know?

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CLAIMS of misleading monarchs are nothing new.

Henry VIII had his own way of giving a 'heads up' with those who disagreed with him.

Yet one man with integrity couldn’t lie - Sir Thomas More ... who, ironically, became the patron saint of politicians.

Now I hear a Fake News season is looming (no, not the party conferences) but a BBC package of probing programmes.

As a curtain-raiser, a new investigation informs us on how to spot liars.

Fibbers touch their face unnaturally and may lean away from the person they are lying to according to a top behavioural specialist.

The most common fib is stating everything is fine when it clearly isn't. On that basis, we are all liars.

We tell porkies to partners the most, then colleagues and bosses more than 50 times a year.

Logically how can we trust those findings?

People interviewed may have had their fingers crossed behind their backs.

Best sign of all is the old school yard method – check if their pants are on fire.

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IT'S a Dear John letter time.

John Humprys bows out of the Today programme tomorrow morning.

The grill-master general gave me one of the highlights of my journalistic career live on air for the Radio 4 flagship programme back in 2004.

He asked me about my review of Iain Duncan Smith's solo tour, where he spoke to just 67 people at the 1600 seater Philharmonic Hall.

I told him how Iain had impersonated Edward Heath – the best impression of a leader since Iain was in the job himself.

I can still hear John's laughter echoing in my ears.

My next door neighbour rang me to tell me he had heard me on the programme and had gone though a set of red lights in shock.

Today just won’t be the same ... after tomorrow.

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PROUD Peninsular people should give themselves a round of applause.

It is their support and enthusiasm that made a success of the Birkenhead Park weekend and who lined the streets for the Tour of Britain spectacle which received blanket coverage on ITV4.

It was the best free advert for 'Destination Wirral'. 

Time now to establish 'Wirral Week' every September - alongside the Heritage Days.

The council need to promote culture events much better.

The biodegradable 3D artwork in New Brighton by international artist Saype proves the point.

When he was praised by a fan for co-inciding his display with the cycle tour the bemused influential genius said in his French accent: "What bike ride?"

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And finally ...

In Sri Lanka they have one all-encompassing word ... Ayubowan. 

It means 'good morning', 'good afternoon', 'good evening', 'good night' and 'goodbye.' 

We also have one word that does exactly the same.

It's called Brexit.

Peter Grant