We are the resig-nation. Nowhere does it better. So in the last few days we, as that nation, have suffered not one but TWO resignations of immense importance and consequence.

Daniel Levy resigned as the Chairman of Tottenham Hotspur football club, which he has run since 2001. As fans we don’t really have much to do with our chairman. He never phones us, invites us onto WhatsApp groups or comes over for Friday night dinners. And thus the relationship becomes somewhat strained in times of… anything less than perfection. Let’s face it; most of us have no idea what the chairman even does. Yet, like almost everyone else in the structure of the team, he gets grudging praise if everything goes well and heaps of abuse the rest of the time. Most of the time. And if 24 hours is the famous ‘long time in politics’, that reduces to just 90 minutes in the world of football. (Plus stoppage time). There have been calls for Daniel Levy’s head since about 2002. You never go to White Hart Lane without some dickhead waving a “Levy Out!!” banner. Yet during his tenure we’ve evolved massively, if not entirely consistently. We’ve built a magnificent training facility and what is the World’s best stadium. We’re regulars in the Champions League. Ok, one or two managers may have passed along with rather alarming speed, but generally, to achieve such massive investment in players and club infrastructure without plunging the club into immense debt is in itself testament to his brilliant stewardship and acumen. You simply know that the ultimate decisions come from our owner, Joe Lewis, who holds the purse strings all the way from the Bahamas. Yet Levy gets the blame every time we don’t sign Lionel Messi or Pele because he is the face of the club’s ownership structure. But no more. This ‘resignation’ is grossly unfair and unappreciative of this exceptionally modest ‘Mr Behind the Scenes’.

The other resignation is less important.

Angela Raynor, the ultimate sex symbol for brainless trade union drunkards and tattooed Corbynite fuckwits, is no longer our deputy prime minister. Stripped of her ministerial salary and the benefits package which comes with such a role, she’ll be reduced to offering cheap blow jobs on the back benches when the cameras are off. I have a lot of sympathy for Ange, the ‘working class hero’, even though I’m not sure where the £160k salary package fits with such a title. She raised herself up through the ranks after becoming a mother at 12, maybe 13, and succeeded completely in her chosen career of being a really annoyingly gobby lefty northerner. Except for the lying, cheating, tax evasion and the greatest crime of all in politics; hypocrisy.

If you’re the number 2 in a government constantly banging on about ‘financial black holes’ of 20billion quid!!!!, possibly 30billion quid!!!!, depending on the day, and creating novel ways to tax anyone who owns everything from a house to a hosepipe, oblivious to how that may fuck up the economy, you would be best advised to pay your own taxes. Particularly if you own 3 houses. And several hose pipes, no doubt.

I shall miss Daniel Levy.

Happy Saturday

A xxxx

This was posed at 2.15am because I can’t sleep. I’m still in Canada.