Guess he's already given up, thrown in the towel, realizing that he's not going to be Prime Minister, so why bother to press the flesh and grin at barbecues and picnics and such? It's so beneath Russian royalty like Count Igula, naturally; such things are for commoners, after all.
So defeatist. So wanna-be-somewhere-else-doing-something-else.
If you're looking for evidence that he's either not getting good advice or not listening to it, this is it. Other criticisms can plausibly be dismissed; he's not made clear his policy agenda, for instance, because he's supposedly concerned about the Conservatives stealing or misrepresenting it. But in what's possibly his only summer before facing his first election as leader, there's no excuse for failing to get out of Ottawa, out of Toronto - out of the places he's comfortable in.
By all means, take some time to recharge your batteries. But don't waste your time delivering lectures in England when you could be at a summer picnic in Perth. That's not anti-intellectualism; it's common sense that any opposition leader should grasp
Guess he discovered that it's not as fun as he thought it'd be.
Probably figured he'd fall ass-backwards into the Prime Ministership as if it was destiny, fate, and unavoidable. He is, after all, Michael Ignatieff the Great, right? Descended from Russian Czars and all that crap, after all, so that's gotta count for something, right?
Isn't he entitled to be Prime Minister? He's a Liberal, after all, so...
Nah. Just wishful, delusional thinking.
Liberals. Such dreamers, eh?