Don’t you hate it when a plan gets de-railed? I mean… I mean… I mean, could Theresa May have had any idea, when she formulated the now infamous ‘Chequer’s Plan’ that the extent of the de-railment caused would be this catastrophic? That it would lead not only to a massive rift in parliament, across all parties, including her own, but that it would also cause an immense disaster for Tottenham in the quest for THEIR DESTINY, by allowing a defeat by Manchester United yesterday at Wembley.

I could never vote for a party who could allow such a travesty. It is… unconstitutional. That defeat was undemocratic. I’m thinking of going to court for a judicial review to see if Rashford’s goal could be annulled as it hadn’t been ratified by parliament before he scored it. Just sayin…

And although some people may consider that the seemingly everlasting farce that is ‘Brexit’ has very little to do with top-of-the-table clashes in the Premier League, those people, I would suggest, probably don’t live inside my head. A place where connections are tenuous at best, conspiracy theories reign supreme and no man is an island. Except for Kevin Madagascar.

Today’s paper was full of ‘news’. But to me it all boiled down to just 2 stories. Tomorrow’s vote in The House over whether Theresa May should just be shot or instead hung, drawn and quartered, and the football result. There was only one. The rest don’t count. Harry Kane limping off towards the MRI scanning department only added to my woes, along with Sonny getting in an Uber for Heathrow for the Asian Cup.

The only good to come from yesterday (other than Lila turning up at my tennis court) was that Jeremy Corbyn is finally being seen for what he is. A tosser. His own party are abandoning his direction and planning to back ‘the deal’ in tomorrow’s vote. His ‘private army’, Momentum, are leaving him because they are fiercely pro-Europe (everything Momentum do is ‘fierce’) and he is a wishy-washy, fence-sitting Old curmudgeon who has absolutely no plan for Brexit, nor remaining, as long as he’s allowed to wear a duffle coat and spout his socialist mantras over and over and over and over… again.

Not a great start to any week. There again; it can only get better! Can’t it?

Happy Monday

A xxxx