So did you watch? Even I turned it off.
The Conservative bullying strategy of talking over everyone else again was the final nail in the coffin; so rude. If you want to lose an election that’s text book.
Privileged prawns.
The terrifying part was that the Farage made a lot of sense. The less terrifying part was that the Greens did too. The really petrifying part is that the others spoke only in sound bites constantly repeating the same old lines.
Labour weren’t bad at all, at least Rayner listened first even though she’d heard it a million times. Seriously good game play.
Obviously our Prime Minister apologised humbly for his mistake in leaving an event of huge significance and being seen to do so by the entire world. Mind you Lord Cameron looked far more equal in top level company.
Apparently the PMs meeting was set up months before, when we didn’t know there was to be an election?
If only we hadn’t remembered D Day on the same day for the last 80 years that would have made complete sense. As such…best to stop at this point, my mum taught me that swearing and rudeness is the refuge of those without a good point. No one got politics like that woman!
They may have ruined my sense of humour completely last night, but I’m not letting them make me disappoint my mum!
That’s a line I will not cross!
Thank God for the Royals. Shedding tears too. I like people who get it. The sacrifice. The horror. The bravery that boggles the mind when they were still practically children. The strength to carry that in your mind and heart for years.
I’m being a bit serious today, you see how dangerous they are? Even I’m struggling to be properly sarcastic and call out the drivel.
I have to say though that watching Mordaunt last night felt dangerous. So out of touch. So dismissive. So needing a new job. Preferably abroad.
Against our heroes who laid down their lives, politicians look even more pathetic.
They can’t come up with a plan and a straight answer, up against men and women who ran towards danger. Medics who followed and worked on injured soldiers on battlefields. People working beyond endurance to back them up. And the truly amazing thing:
Weather predictors who got it right! They probably saved thousands of lives in doing so, and helped to liberate so many. The quietest job in the background, but hugely significant.
The pressure must have been immense.
How odd that this week we’ve had that juxtaposition between true duty and politics.
Between a King fighting serious illness who was there no matter what. A Prince with a wife equally unwell and three children to worry about, who was there. Against a Prime Minister who left. It’s not the job title, it’s the person.
I’d probably vote for the King right now!
If you think about it, Johnson or Farage, to name but two nightmares, could be the only public face of the UK! Starmer the bland could. The current PM…remember your mother Clarence! Doesn’t bear thinking about.
I will do my utmost to return to my light hearted look at the current political swamp very shortly. But even for me, the last couple of days have been too much!
It’s hard to be funny when you watch elderly men still heartbroken at things that happened 80 years ago. Thinking of their friends and what they saw everyday. When those running this country think that they’re even worth a joke.
I need a drink!
Clarence Postlethwaite
P.S. I’m t-total so don’t worry, it will be a hot chocolate with a flake and cream on top. Caramel sauce. Chocolate sprinkles. Maybe some smarties. A large Marshmallow. Stuff it! I want the whole sweet shop. This situation is depressing and morally bankrupt.
P.P.S. See what they’ve done to me? I’m going to be ruining my teeth because they’re lying through theirs!
P.P.P.S. I should have taken my own advice, not watched it, and made the story up. NOT that the press would ever do that!
P.P.P.S. Okay we do, but not this time, you’d have to be a best selling creative writer to make this look any worse, and no writer is so good that they could make it look better! Look how I’ve crumbled!
Deb Hawken - Amorah 