Man Overboard

You all knew this was coming…

Perhaps you were wondering why I had waited so long.

Maybe it was the tree house at Chequers, no penny pincher there, ever the hope that there might be a slip between cup and lip.

Call me an Uber…

STOP PRESS…

There is new stock on the website, ergo there is new stock in the shop as well. Do your worst…

Press any of the associated buttons, one might work.

As for pressing my buttons, that is reserved for a distinguished and honoured few!

But I know what you all really want, what you really, really want…

It’s all over bar the wriggling and the squealing! The salaciousness of it all, the sordid wranglings of man and beast, the greased pig and the snake.

Is it Chinese New Year again?

We await the parting honours list, Carrie-Antionette and pater will be taken care of. That’ll do pig!

Meanwhile the avengers have assembled. Who will be Captain Marvel, does any of them have a presence to be Maverick?

There is talk of Liz Truss, Liz who?

Then there is Rishi, who I would imagine will struggle to know the price of goods in a Poundstore! He could phone a friend, or ask the audience, but he freely admits he has no friends in the lower class…

So, a choice between a former member of CND, latter a Liberal Democrat, or Maggie Mark II.

If I say it enough times, I might actually believe it, but for the moment I am stifling a snigger.

However, events are moving fast, Hunt has gone, thank goodness for that. That was a slip of the tongue waiting to happen… Zahawi as well, the lights are on, his prized stallions warm… yet, no one is at home. And now, Suella is back at Southfork.

They’ll all be pledging undying love for one another, bigging each other up with trite sound bites about honesty, integrity, liberté, egalité, fraternité, whilst looking for somewhere to stick the brown envelope or the dagger!

 Get shopping…

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