I hate it when I get things right. I hate those ‘I told you so moments’ because anyone can be right. The whole point of these pages is to be as wrong as possible as often as possible. Where’s the fun in being right?

After Boris’s disastrous vote in December when 99 of his own MPs voted against him as a ‘protest’, they demanded that, basically, he gets his shit together for the next 3 moths. To which I flippantly commented (I do ‘flippantly’ really well, I took a course) that its not the following 3 months which will be the problem for our esteemed PM, but the previous 3 years. Because Boris’s cockups were all ‘historical’; the redecoration of the flat, funded by money-laundering drug dealers, the drinks in the garden fiasco (we’ll now call that one: Part 1), it was all things Boris HAD already done/participated in/condoned/lied about which suddenly emerged. From the ether. Sprinkled by fairy dust emitted from Dominic Cummings’ phone.

And now we have… GARDEN-PARTY-GATE 2!!!! THE PREQUEL!! (As I think it took place before the other one and can’t be bothered to check). But this time it wasn’t just 6 people on the terrace. It was 40 people all sent an emailed invite by Boris’s head civil servant. Because clever people should always put everything in writing, especially when they’re breaking the law/regulations/advice (being decided as we speak by the inevitable fucking ‘sub-comittee’).

And Boris was there. As if Mr Good Time would miss out on a piss up. In May 2020, the day after stressing how WE could only meet outside with ONE other person, and he was sending police round the parks to enforce it. The Tories know all about social distancing, see photo above.

Boris won’t deny being there, mainly because he was there and there’s 39 witnesses whose silence can’t be guaranteed. And I’m sure we’ll have photos before long. Mr Cummings has a long lens and a longer time for his revenge to get really cold. Dominic Raab was asked if he was there and gave an emphatic ‘NO’. At which point I actually felt sorry for him, because he has no mates and no-one likes him.

The one rule for us and another for them is a nice way of saying that our politicians hold us, the general (AND VOTING) public in total and utter contempt. It’s time to call Guy Fawkes in.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx