Dear Friends
I’m a bit shaky today. I watched the debate last night. If that even convinced anyone to actually vote the UK is in a worse state than I thought.
Two leaders incapable of just saying yes or no, very loudly. Can’t we just resurrect the Late Queen, she sorted her own son and grandson out! She knew how to say no.
Unfortunately I fear they’re going to convince people to vote under the usual false assumption that the other team can save us.
I found myself thinking of football, I had to stay sane somehow. I imagined that I was a manager, I would be gifted ten million pounds if I put together a ‘Dream Teams’ match, taken from the best players in the world.
I am thinking of bringing in Arthur Snodgrass from our local league, a guy well capable of running rings round Ronaldo for far less money.
However, what would happen if I put together two teams made up of people who had already failed. In both attack and defence? Who had no game plan except kneecap the other guys, take them out by any means possible? And didn’t once kick the ball?
I shudder to think. I spent last night shuddering to think.
If you saw the debate I was the one at the back wearing a tin foil hat to stop the aliens taking over my mind, praying for deliverance.
I like the saying above, it reminded me how little actual evidence there was last night that they intend to use as persuasion.
Your very unsettled but fearless roving reporter.
Clarence
P.S. Wasn’t the blue wall Jenga game a real vote winner? I was inspired to emigrate. Apparently the leader of the LibDems is going for the laughs at a time when the country is on its knees. If he didn’t get them when he fell off the paddle board there really was no hope.
P.P.S. Foreign friends, please do not assume that the UK is beaten, we’re on our knees praying for just one person who can answer a straight question. Mind you, that would probably terrify us. “Did s/he just say no? Oh Lord I’m either losing my mind or my hearing is going, or both. I’m delusional! Send tea!”
Deb Hawken - Amorah 