This is about the most exciting thing that’s happened to me, it means that in 5 days the working week will be over, apart from the sitting up trees trying to get an insight into what’s really happening behind politics. You learn a lot more of the truth when they’re talking to family.
It’s not an attractive way to work, but on the other hand the job of the media is to seek out the truth, and that’s unlikely to be heard in parliament. So far this week has been politically dull, but I can tell you three predictable things:
- Sir Keir’s popularity has declined. The honeymoon is over, now we’re into the fallout from the overblown expectations.
- Angela Rayner is on the press’s hit list.
- And the media are reporting that Reform’s support is both growing and declining.
The good news is that Larry the Cat is still in charge.
The inspired answer to over-crowding in prisons thanks to the recent riots is to fill the cells in police stations until there are prison spaces available. After that I guess it will be locking them in smelly public loos until police cells are available. After that? Space X rocket to the moon and we’ll come for you as soon as a public loo is available, and we work out how to retrieve you. Warning, it may take some time.
Naturally the logical answer has not been explored, the idea that the public could help themselves by stopping breaking the law. Sorry, am I being too logical here? Okay then, after the public loos and before the moon shot, the lion enclosure at the nearest zoo.
Now do you want to discuss stopping committing crime? That’s surely off-putting enough to sort a few things out.
I’m sure that I will become wildly interesting again as soon as they finish their rather long summer break when the country is in chaos. Imagine if every worker demanded a long break every summer, with pay, you’d hear screams that the country would fall apart at the seams. Although I guess that’s a case of stable door/horse halfway to France.
Hey ho
Your ever vigilant and incredibly bored eyes on politics, at the moment the truth will bore you senseless.
Clarence
P.S. My grandson. The entire family were impressed by his attitude, having ‘upset’ his parents rather seriously, several times, he promised to turn over a new leaf. He suggested making and selling lemonade at school in support of a local charity. I know what you’re thinking, he spiked it. Nope, it was pure lemonade. The problem was that he decided it lacked fizz, and after some experimentation he discovered some salt in his mum’s cupboard that tasted ‘rather alright’ and to him improved the flavour. He said it ought to have been good as it came from Epsom and that’s a nice well-heeled area. I’ll leave the rest to your imagination and the school clean up crew. No I had nothing to do with it.
Deb Hawken - Amorah 