And now we have a brave new future in the hands of the toffs and the 'we're not proud, we'll talk to anyone' party. Dave's been down to B & Q where, owing to the current winter climes, there is a sale of collapsable garden chairs. He's purchased a couple to erect in the cabinet office for Nick and his significant other. William Hague's been in with a tin of Cuprinol (unlike them, it does what it says on the tin) to give a good impression and George Osborne's hurried round to number 11 to borrow a couple of the cushions that Alistair hadn't secreted in his packing case. No point investing in anything longer lasting as it'll probably all be over come October.
The election observers, sent over from Nigeria to ensure fair play, have returned home with the good news that, despite international misgivings, they've apparently been doing it right all the time. Whoever came up with the idea that several million folk shouldn't have to forfeit their vote clearly had no idea how the mother of parliaments works. Doesn't matter if you didn't vote for Gordy; you still got him. Doesn't matter if you didn't vote for Dave; you got him. And obviously it doesn't matter if you didn't vote for Cleggie because you got him too. That's what's great about our country: everyone gets a go. Except me and you. Roll on the next election when all bets are taken on possible turn-out. My guess? 15%.
I am surprised you didn't recall your picture of the pigeon of the 27th April for this blog. It would have been very apt. Not only was he a literary pigeon but clearly a political one as well.
ReplyDeleteYou should be glad you are not the Queen. She has had to shake hands with 12 incoming prime ministers and most of them on their way out.
We are lucky - they all promised to look after us poor old people. That's what they said. No wonder she was smiling at David Cameron.