Dear James,
How much longer can our nation put up with this madness? Suella Breverman is running riot making poor, little Rishi Sunak look even poorer and littler. Stuck in his Goldman-Sachs ‘process’ straight jacket, our PM appears weak and indecisive. Should he kick her out or should he yet again show his feeble grasp on power and let her continue to make trouble from her free wheeling right wing extremes? Whatever the decision, Rishi’s showing his colours. Washed out grey, he droops like a limp pennant from within the political doldrums that your sad Party currently inhabits. It’s almost embarrassing to witness.
Dear James,
As a junior minister you are subject to the rule of collective responsibility which in simple terms means that whether privately you agree or disagree on policy or collective behaviour, publicly you have to toe the government line. This should always bring up the question of principle. Simply put, how much can a private individual sacrifice to keep his job? Well, in the last few days I assume that you have been witnessing the revelations at the Covid Enquiry? I’d like to think that you were shocked but, on the other hand, being so close to government you probably knew it all along. If so, did you ever consider your position? Are you considering it now? And, if not, why not?
So this is it. Mrs May, after yet again trying to batter her way through, is about to be killed off by her own party as have so many of her predecessors. Two days ago the Daily Telegraph, referring to Mrs May, cried out ‘Desperate, Deluded, Doomed’.
Hold on a moment. Can this really be true? Is Mrs May’s only new initiative, to do for a fourth time, what’s she’s already done three times before - without success?
She was almost normal. For the very first time Mrs May seemed relaxed as she spoke to us from a Chequer’s sofa. The glass of water propped to her left reassured us that we were not in the hands of some intoxicated die hard
Boris Johnson has had his hair cut. I saw him on Wednesday with a standard issue short back and sides. He was talking about police and knife crime but it was his hair that sent the real message. No longer the eccentric and hirsute buffoonery of yore.
Theresa May and her government have run out of ideas. Attempting to hang on to her deal, so famously and comprehensively rejected by the House last Tuesday, the ‘difficult lady’ has become the ‘ridiculous lady’
You may be relieved to hear that this message will be shorter than my others. Mrs May has returned from Brussels, as expected, empty handed. She lies battered and forlorn at the foot of the brick wall of European solidarity.
It was all so well planned. There would be warning ads and commemorative coins to celebrate October 31st after Boris had won his great prize. But it was not to be. There has been no prize. Haven’t we been here before? Anyone remember Mrs May?
Let’s be honest. Last night was a nail biting experience for everyone. For a while I thought that MPs might actually vote through the timetable motion against all the odds. But common sense won through. The vote was 322 to 308.
Who are you kidding? Three days to scrutinize a Bill that will change everything for a generation? You must think we are all naive! It is quite obvious that this attempt to limit debate on Boris’s Bill is the act of a desperate man.
What a morning! At about eight o’clock the DUP did what it does so well. It withstood Boris’s bluster and stood up for the united bit of the United Kingdom.
Your man is in a corner and it’s a corner of his own making. That Domesday clock in his office is ticking ever louder. Twenty days and thirteen hours until Brexit ‘Do or Die'.
Do you really think that people believe all this? Despite all the careful rehearsals, the ham acting, the assurances of inevitable success, the hesitancy, the ‘misspeaks’ and the constant flow of lurid allegations against Boris, the Big Lie goes on.
I went up to Parliament yesterday. Or rather, to Parliament Square. It was a bright, sunny autumn day with white cumulous clouds towering above the Houses of Parliament. But this grand and proud institution currently lies under tarpaulin and scaffolding
I believe it was Sophocles who once said that those whom the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad. Well the first stage of that process has been reached. The Tory Party has gone mad.
Boris Johnson has had his hair cut. I saw him on Wednesday with a standard issue short back and sides. He was talking about police and knife crime but it was his hair that sent the real message. No longer the eccentric and hirsute buffoonery of yore.
Dear James,
Well, no one saw that one coming! Rishi’s gone and done it. He’s sacked Suella and… wait for it… brought back David Cameron as Foreign Secretary! Bold, desperate, stupid? The start of a new episode or the eruption of the long delayed Tory Party civil war into the open? Only time will tell.