If you were trying to identify a person unlikely to be a cunt, then probably the phrase “formerly Chief of Staff to David Cameron” would encourage you to look elsewhere. Reading Alex Deane’s work would tend to confirm your original prejudices.
According to Mr Deane:
[the death of Alexander Litvinenko] has also prompted some of the worst, most irritating dinner party chat I’ve ever been subjected to – and I say that after normally being the lone pro-Bush, pro-Iraq war voice at the table for the last three years.
So, he starts off with the admission that he normally spoils dinner parties by being a stupid, bloodthirsty cunt. He goes on to outline the various, more plausible and less plausible theories about what happened in the case, and concludes that:
It’s like the moon landing conspiracy – no matter how stupid, its proponents keep obstinately at it, until you’re at the dinner table bleeding from the eyeballs, wanting to run out into the streets, screaming the obvious and absolute truth – “The Russians did it! The Russians did it! The Russians did it!”
Either Mr Deane has access to some top-secret government files confirming what the fuck happened, or he’s an absolute dickhead. There are any number of plausible non-the-Russians-doing-it explanations that might be true and don’t include anything outrageously implausible (most obviously, the murder being done by a corrupt oligarch to make the Russians look bad and encourage Britain to not extradite him).
If I had to guess at this stage, I’d say that it seems most probably that the Russians did do it. But it’s not a case like the moon landings, where the evidence in favour is so overwhelming that only a drooling dope-addled clown could possibly doubt that they happened. Rather, it’s a case where we’re conducting a detailed investigation to find out what happened…
As it happens, I’ve managed to find a quote from Alex Deane’s great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, writing in 1692:
No matter how stupid, the trials’ opponents keep obstinately at it, until you’re at the dinner table bleeding from the eyeballs, wanting to run out into the streets, screaming the obvious and absolute truth – “They’re witches! All of them! And anyone who disagrees is a witch too!”.