No one really knows what is going to happen next April when we leave the EU. I don't. You don't. They don't. But if we had a government that knew the first thing about governing, we would already know the terms of our leaving. Instead we have a set of genuinely incompetent and ignorant fools “inebriated with the exuberance of their own verbosity” as Disraeli once said (of Gladstone, I think). So we know sod all and we know that they know sod all as well…about anything.
Of course, there's politics, gamesmanship and brinkmanship at work. Everyone will try to come to some sort of agreement on the most important aspects of trade and the mutual recognition of basics like driving licence and insurances, so that goods can move from Europe to this benighted island. But, let’s be fair here, the last minute cobbling together of something is hardly the basis of a robust policy. Rearrange the following into a well known phrase or saying: brewery in organise piss couldn't a up a.
Much has been made in some quarters of the fact that in October one of Andrew Saxe-Coburg Gotha’s daughters is getting married. She is styled and titled Her Royal Highness, Princess Eugenie of York. She is, or so I'm told, 9th in line to the throne and has absolutely not the remotest chance of getting it. She does no public duties at all. She does, however, go on a lot of holidays. It seems to be her main claim to fame. However, she has decided that she wants an open carriage procession through Windsor, just like her cousin Harry (5th in line) got. As far as I’m concerned she can have open carriage processions through Bratislava, Blaenau Ffestiniog and Redruth if she wants. Just the same as anyone else can if they have the money. The trouble is that this princess and her pushy father, Airmiles Andy, the ever-expanding Old Duke of York, wants us to pay for all the security that will involve, at a cost of around £2 million.
I have no idea how much the royal family is worth but I bet that they can afford to pay for this nonsense themselves, and when people are dying of poverty on the streets of London, I find it offensive that the government is prepared to spend that much money on some spoiled posh girl whose claim to fame is going on holiday. The usual, “oh, but think of the money that it will bring in in tourism in London” won’t wash with this one. I doubt if many people have even heard of her and I shouldn’t think that most people are in the least interested in her nuptials. I'm certainly not.
I doubt many people would argue that Theresa May is the worst Prime Minister in living memory… and probably a good deal before. She’s a dithering, wobbly, weak, croaky, cartoon character, who has no control of her party or of her MPs or of her orange-coloured bedfellows in the DUP. She’s at odds with everyone, here, in Europe and in the USA. I think she is utterly useless at being PM. My nan’s cat could do a better job and he’s dead. And yet, despite all that, Corbyn comes in a poor second to her in a recent YouGov poll for the best person to be Prime Minister. It’s interesting that the most popular vote was neither of them. And just when we needed leadership more than we have needed it for 70 years.
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