janus

If you’re sick of my stuff…..

Write some yourself!

But it has to be said, there’s so much postable news these days, innit?

With the virtual certainty that our next PM will be a Tory lady, second only to our beloved Maggie, we can look forward to pragmatic gubmint, a phenomenon sadly lacking for many years. (Boris hums, ‘Can’t buy me Gove, yeah; everybody tells me so…’)

Meanwhile the Bremainers are still sulking, talking about second votes, about chaos, about Scotland, Ireland and Gibraltar. (Boris did say, ‘What part of Bleave don’t they understand?.)

But the ever-present Welsh are celebrating with a symbolic win over ~~Brussels~~ Belgium, adding fuel to the flames of the English team’s funeral pyre. Their victory only goes to show: England have sweet FA.

And while I’m here, I should mention that Andy’s best chance this year is if his arch opponent loses the third set today to a Yank. Come on, the special relationship.

Nothing else in today’s news, sorry. Oh yes, it’s a peaky blinder. Stylish, huh?

Breakfast

After shedding 17% (or one-sixth in old money) I imagine

our resident counsel must be ready for something special

every morning. May I recommend a visit to Tiffany’s ? But

go lightly on the carbs – or is it the poly-unsaturates these

days? (hums -Moon river la la la la la)

A little Aristotle

Complete this argument:

Some Old Etonian politicians have read PPE

Some politicians are prats

Therefore……

Answers please on spoiled ballot papers.

Has JM lost it?

Allegedly I need a password to read JM’s latest utterance, something about Cambridge (wash your mouth out) or summat.

Does anybody have any idea what it’s about?

The old one-two

Troubles rarely come singly, especially for prima donnas like the England football team that got what they deserved yesterday.

May I point out that more than a few of the Chosen will return to their clubs to discover the world has changed since they left for France?

At Chelsea, Italy’s impassioned boss, Conte, takes charge. At Man City, the legendary Guardiola arrives and at Man United, Mourinho pitches up. If some of the Nice failures think Iceland were tough to face, they ain’t seen nuffin yet. The fact is that any quality the Prem League boasts is down to foreign players; the locals just take the benefits – for now.

And in case anybody is feeling smug about Wales, they are going to get a lesson in quality from Belgium very soon. Gareth cannot save them.

It will be an interesting few days, nay months!

Here we go again

Can you believe it?

Before the ink has dried on the ballot papers, the great unwashed idiot brigade is already getting itself in a lather (but not soap).

‘We only wanted to protest, not to leave.’ ‘We want a second vote.’ ‘The Bleavers lied’. Ad nauseam…

And to cap them all, Cleggover vows to campaign in the next election to reverse the decision to leave. I’m pleased that HM the Queen will have a chance to ask him for three good reasons why.

I’m forgetting, the end of June is traditionally the Silly Season in politics. The poor dears are in need of a few months’ break now, to return with batteries recharged, to create chaos once again.

Juncker’s sour grapes

The former PM of a tiny country the size of Iceland is the head of the European behemoth, whose monstrous stumbling around the social, political and financial worlds has razed the continent’s landscapes and lined the pockets of thousands of petty bureauprats.

Now the UK has dared to advise him where to plant his sceptre. His response? ‘We didn’t like you anyway, it won’t be a friendly break-up, so get on with it right away.’

That, cherished colleagues, is a world-leader speaking! Can he even imagine that most of his member states would prefer an amicable transition, to protect their mutual interests? No, he has never lived and worked in that world. So good luck to him and them.