Everyone will always remember exactly where they were on Tuesday 24th of September 2019. The ‘day of shame’ as it will be forever remembered in our minds and in our hearts. The day the world turned.

The Supreme Court of London and… some other places nearby, judged by an 11 to nil unanimity (a virtual Manchester City score) that Boris acted illegally when he prorogued parliament and therefore and henceforth, that closure never happened and parliament is in fact still open now. Or will be later. The suspension ‘never happened’ because it was illegally founded. Which makes Boris a kind of ‘Watford’ (football joke, unless you’re a Watford fan). And also makes Boris’s position a bit… delicate. He’s a Prime Minister without a majority and he acted illegally to shut parliament down. Now he has to come back and face everyone. Who yet again will make their decisions as to his appropriateness to govern, his continuation of party leadership, on how big a ‘crime’ this was, based purely on their own view of Brexit and how best that may be enacted. Boris could commit a fucking murder and it would be judged, in the current climate, solely on whether that murder facilitated or hindered Brexit.

The issue of whether the Supreme Court overstepped its mark and entered the world of politics, in which it is not Supreme anything, in fact its not even invited, is for another day. A long day.

Boris wasn’t here when it happened. He was ‘over there’ with Donald Trump. The second great ‘shame’ of the day. As Mr President, looking gorgeous with his super-whitened teeth gleaming whitely against his mahogany-sprayed face and his coiffed hair sitting… stiffly… Why is it that Trudeau can’t do ‘brown face’ without an uproar but Trump can?

Anyway, the American House yesterday started impeachment proceedings against the president for more election scandals, this time the up-coming elections and inviting the Ukrainians to dig up dirt on Joe Biden, the leading Democrat. Or possibly, threatening to withdraw US aid from Ukraine if it doesn’t comply, which elevates ‘shame’ all the way to ‘what the fuck???!!!!’

And lastly there was Spurs. At the end of shameful Tuesday. Losing a match, ok only a League Cup match, but Jesus Christ how hard can it be to beat Colchester United, FFS???? If I wasn’t an Essex boy and cricket fan I wouldn’t even know where Colchester was. Let alone that it owned a football team. But Spurs managed to saunter in there, all Premiership grandeur, and fucking lose. On penalties. I mean… I mean… I mean… Oh fuck.

(Let’s hope its a) Happy(er) Wednesday

A xxxx