It was minus something last night, I couldn’t see as the face of my watch froze. I’ve been sitting up a tree every night for weeks waiting for something to happen, anything. I’ll take Keir Starmer falling over his slippers I’m that desperate.
I did try Rishi Sunak’s home, but he seems to be thoroughly enjoying the quiet life, and there was a lot of smiling quietly at the news.
Kemi Badenoch seems to be working very hard, but whether she appeals to reform voters remains to be seen. What? You didn’t think choosing a right leaning candidate was coincidental did you? They need their voters back.
Sir Keir speaks nicely but he seems to be in danger of sending the public to sleep. The policies seem to be backfiring faster than Gregg Wallace’s ‘jokes’, rants, and apologies. His popularity has move into the minuses at record speed. Sigh.
Frankly I don’t think he was ready to govern, but it must be damned hard having been out of power for that length of time. It’s not like he had an excellent example to follow from the previous government.
Rishi was decent but hamstrung by the poisoned chalice left by the two previous idiots. The Conservatives were on life support by the time he took over, and a small of stature dripping wet PM who didn’t look like he weighed 8 stone dripping wet, did nothing for their reputation. You’re a millionaire man, spring for an umbrella, otherwise the audience will spend their time wondering if your make up will run and your shirt will go see through in the rain. It takes the mind off…whatever it was you said.
The rest of the labour front bench seem fairly quiet. Why on earth didn’t Yvette Cooper run for the leadership? She had a lot of experience, plus there’s been no suggestion that she had to take gifts of dresses and suchlike. Perhaps they were worried about a female pm because of the cost of evening gowns? That must be it. They can’t be so backward that over 40 years after the first female PM they still haven’t had a female leader…can they?
I mean the Conservatives have had three and 9 weeks. I don’t think the 9 weeks and crashing the economy counts though. Apparently she’s boring the Americans senseless at the moment and they’re starting to thank God for Trump.
Oh well, apart from the mess of most of the policies, and the let down of most of the promises, we have the Elgin Marbles back on the table. Give them back to Greece guys, they own them. The King’s daddy would probably have said so had he been allowed. Now there’s an idea, return them in honour of Prince Philip. That has a lovely ring to it.
Bored/not bored
I haven’t posted much as politics isn’t exciting, at least the Conservative shenanigans spiced things up a bit. I’m supposed to be really funny but they’re making it impossible.
However, I still have my grandson. He still has his father’s car keys and refuses to say what he’s done with them. Some sort of falling out after they dragged him back home from France where he’d buggered off in high dudgeon. My money is on him absconding again knowing his father can’t drive anywhere to find him. I don’t thing sonny boy has told him he’s got a duplicate set of keys, this is going to be interesting and I’m going to get the blame.
He’s decided that he wants to be a paparazzi reporter and photographer and uncover sensational cover ups and release them to the world. I’ve suggested he looks into Howard Blogginsthorpe and the tale of the missing millions. It’s at least keeping him busy ‘researching’. Checking out porn sites on his dad’s laptop is not research but you can’t tell him anything. Apparently Howard could be hiding in plain sight dressed in a bustier and red lace thong. What do they teach kids at school these days?
My friend Mildred is also very quiet. She was going to marry Rishi Sunak and use him as arm candy so that people would take her picture at society events. Our Milders is no oil painting and the cameramen tend to scream and run when they see her. I pointed out he was happily married, she pointed out she only wanted photographs and his wife could have him for everything else. She’s nothing if not faithful to her three boyfriends our Milders.
She was heartbroken the other night, literally in tears poor soul, I did my best to explain to her that it isn’t her looks that make the press avoid her, which are quite passable, it’s because she’s hammered most of them into the ground in court when they’ve been witnesses against her client. She was touched that I called her passable though, which is nice, she told me that she would almost consider dating me too if I was just a mile more handsome.
You can’t beat a true friendship!
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