A CLOSE ENCOUNTER

I doubt if de Piffle’s Close Encounter of the Bedpandemic Kind has changed him very much. He became prime minister so that he could play at being Churchill fighting off those dastardly foreigners. To prevent Brexit being a disaster requires hard work but until now he has got away with simple-minded statements. It worked. It brought him votes.

A happy Johnson is a Johnson for whom turning up for work is merely an option. Churchill left all the hard work of WWII to Attlee and Bevin and Morrison and Beveridge and such. There are no equivalents knocking around today. Cummings? You jest!

And then the Bedpandemic. He had to go into hospital where, fortunately, they still had some bog rolls left and a good supply of protective gear. On leaving this provided an opportunity for a generous speech about foreigners. Did he, I wonder, consult Patel on this?

But, for him, the very best news was that all those that stood in for him proved to be fools. Perhaps the Telegraph, the Times, the Mail, the Sun and the Express will be kind enough not to mention that he picked them, he and Cummings.

For a while people like me, seeing the Chancellor of the Exchequer implementing, even exceeding, Corbyn’s manifesto, had a fleeting hope that the Tories had recognised the superiority of socialism. That Chancellor is, we must remember, a fully paid up member of the Hedge Fund Brotherhood, just as Johnson remains a lifelong Bullingdonian.

They share a slogan:

“Our role is to trash. Your duty is to cough up the cash”.

Whenever you hear the word ‘normality’ emerge from their lips just remember that, as for most people of power throughout the ages, this means a return to an ‘us’ and ‘them’ society.

If we allow it.