And welcome to what may, hopefully, be the end.
Not that I’m glum about it. In fact, if truth be told, I’m more than happy about the coming apocalypse; partly as it has nothing to do with me and partly because it has a lot to do with one Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, our alleged Prime Minister.
So, shall we?
Once Upon A Time
Now, as those who, for whatever reason, put themselves through reading this blog on a regular basis (you fools, you fools!) may know, I try to steer away from matters political, partly because of the partisan nature of the subject, and partly because my mum doesn’t like it (Why, yes, I am fifty in a couple of years, thanks for asking). With The Adventure Of The Missing Cat put to bed, however, the events of the last week or so could simply not be allowed to pass without comment.
It all began a long, long time ago (sadly, not in a land far, far away), but it was last week that events really started to ramp up.
Of The People
I’ll take it you already know about the alleged misdeeds of one Chris Pincher, he of the marvellously appropriate surname. Sadly, Mr Johnson did not.
Or, he didn’t know of anything substantial and serious.
Or he wasn’t told directly.
Or he was, but he forgot.
Or… Something.
For some reason this grandmaster's defence did not go over as being convincing, and, as the tide of public and political opinion began to turn against him, mutterings amongst those who had supported him through scandal after scandal after scandal began. Mutterings which left blood in those waters.
The next day (5th July 2022) saw not one, but two resignations from senior ministers. The first to ‘go’ was the Health secretary, former chancellor, ex-non-dom, and man of much debated tax affairs. Following close enough on his heels he risked tripping him up, was Rishi Sunak, current Chancellor, man of the people and husband of a (until very recently) non-dom billionaire who, in his youth, seemed to find the idea of knowing working class people somewhat amusing.
Friends List
A slew of over 50 other resignations followed, as Johnson found himself in the centre of a widening circle of people who apparently never liked him, or his policies, even when they were voting for them. People who, it turned out, had no recollection of ever meeting him. 'Who? Boris? No, guv, don’t know him'. It was almost enough to make me feel sorry for him.
No, hang on, it wasn’t anywhere near enough.
In With The next day, as his support continued to dwindle and melt away, Johnson appointed a new Chancellor, Nadhim Zahawi (he of the very warm horses, thanks to the bill for heating his stables being charged to expenses) who’s gratitude and unwavering support lasted two whole days at which point he urged Johnson to resign via Twitter.
Shortly afterwards, Johnson did. Not from the role of Prime Minister, no, he’s clinging on to that like the unflushable sh*t-limpet he is, but from being leader of the Conservative party, at least.
Old School Ties
What has followed has been the unseemly scrabblings of a number of candidates (currently narrowed down to eight), trying to jockey for support, firstly from fellow MP’s and then from the wider party membership. Cue a plethora of tax cut promises (no, not for us, don’t be silly) and a race to see who has the best right-wing credentials as regards foreigners, people on benefits, and generally, anyone who didn’t go to a 'good' school, with Rishi Sunak leading the way with the bookies.
Personally, I have no horse in this race, at least not since I realised Suella Braverman is not Floella Benjamin (fun fact, Suella’s real name is apparently Sue-ellen which didn’t sound posh enough). I do watch proceedings with grim enjoyment, however, as there’s nothing that comes to my ear more sweetly than Tories ripping themselves to shreds. My hope is that at the end of all this, whichever insulated, privileged, incompetent (either proven or suspected) wins through, it triggers a General Election and the country finally wakes up to the fact no Tory will ever run the country for the vast majority of the people it should.
Until then, I’ll just have to keep an eye on the news and take a little more satisfaction in the timely demise of one Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson.
Until next time
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Hey, folks! If you would care to take a look at some of my more creative writing, then the links below will transport you to the magical worlds of a few anthologies my short (and in two cases, very short) stories have been included in. Feel free to check ’em out!
New Tales Of Old: Volume 2
https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B09TMVTX9H/ref=ppx_yo_dt_b_asin_title_o00_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1
Death Ship
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/9198684140/ref=cm_sw_r_apan_glt_fabc_TWEMTA3KWK7T89QEZPF6?fbclid=IwAR322Fx5nfgVUQAA62ZZ6CUsNnBm8pbSxPanzz6Qkjg3vAv4ESipq7iKKhs
https://www.waterstones.com/book/death-ship/david-green/s-o-green/9789198684148?fbclid=IwAR2gP4CXHSG7wTccO39wOqXFtI81k0259Ep8DUM48Ki6kTUdlKoF3yafojA
https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/9198684140/ref=ewc_pr_img_1?smid=A2XZ7JICGUQ1CX&psc=1&fbclid=IwAR2Wa6sGxb82_VCsC7l1CGXwHjsSwTheqba6jDX_G8EDsywZoGpC93nXr2w
Reaperman
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Reaperman-Drabbles-3-Legends-Night-ebook/dp/B099NNPTQ1A
Pestilence
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Pestilence-Revelations-Black-Ink-Fiction/dp/B09MDLZGHY/ref=sr_1_1?crid=2VP38WZDWJVAF&keywords=black+ink+fiction&qid=1654090896&sprefix=black+ink+fiction%2Caps%2C218&sr=8-1
The Musketeers Vs Cthulhu
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Musketeers-Cthulhu-Court-King-Louis-ebook/dp/B09YQKQQB7/ref=sr_1_18?crid=2VP38WZDWJVAF&keywords=black+ink+fiction&qid=1654091002&sprefix=black+ink+fiction%2Caps%2C218&sr=8-18
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