Wrecking ball

The johnson has bowed out. He says he’s proud of what he has achieved. I wonder if he is using irony to convey his contempt for us all, or was he being just plain sarcastic, or is he simply common or garden deluded?

Perhaps he always wanted to swing a metaphorical wrecking ball at the population of this country. The fiscal carnage resulting from his tenure, may be proof that destruction is his one tangible talent. Master of mayhem. In which case his pride is understandable.

Monday we have the result of the tory leadership spat. Frenchie pointed out that the two candidates offer no choice at all.

Syphilis or gonorrhoea?

I did some premium earwigging this week. With no table available in one of our favourite eateries Cornflake and I sat at the bar. I am a short arse, bar stools are difficult for me, however, after the indignity of clambering onto the bar seat, and before the further indignity of getting off the damn thing, I was comfortable enough for eating, drinking and listening in on other peoples private conversations. Other customers are necessarily very close together at the bar so you don’t have to strain, or lean in, to hear every single word they say.

I had to alert Cornflake to the fact that I wouldn’t be listening to anything he might say as the conversation of the couple to my right needed my full attention.

The woman talked informatively. The competition between Liz and Rushi, she said, yes first name terms, was much closer than the media would have us believe. Media coverage was a double edged sword she inferred. I took this to mean that no one benefits from appearing to be a desperate wannabe, that excessive media exposure may highlight the complete lack of qualifications, ability, or decency of the candidates. She went on to say that from conversations she’d had with members, (of parliament I gathered) it would be a very close call.

She said that failure to address the cost of living crisis would be a complete disaster. I’m pretty sure she was talking about both the population, and the cons(ervative) party. The conversation moved onto detailed debt management strategies for individuals and companies. I lost interest and I turned my attention back to Cornflake and my shrimp burger,

Roll on Monday when the result is announced. Will it be Rushi Clap, or the Liz Crabs?

A portrait of Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson

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