I can finally see where this whole Brexit fiasco is going to end. It is not a pretty sight. The Conservative party will split. The government will fall. And there will be a minority Corbyn government propped up by the SNP with the Danegeld of another referendum on Independence...
I can see any hope for the survival of the Conservative party fading fast. If loyal supporters didn’t get the stark message bayoneted to over a thousand hard working councillors who lost their seats, how can there be? Winston Churchill once described a fanatic as, ‘someone wh...
I have been watching political events from the rain kissed beaches of Malaga for the last few days with increasing bewilderment. For reasons beyond my comprehension, a child has been feted by world leaders for her savant like gift of warning us of the bloody obvious; the catas...
The Gormenghastlyness of British politics has reached new depths of despair. I am not going to try and argue that the terrible reenactment of Ulster’s bloody past in Derry is a direct result of a Brexit border crisis, but there are connections. The peace process has always bee...
I haven’t blogged for a while simply because I have absolutely nothing original to say about the British body politic. We are trapped in a weird and tragic version of Parliamentary Ground Hog Day. And they will not break out of it until atonement has been reached. MPs have onl...
On the 29th March 1912 captain Scott storm bound in a tent near the South Pole made the last entry in his diary. “The end cannot be far”. If only Theresa May had that luxury. She has given everything from her health to her sanity to push her deal over the line and has now h...
Dear God will someone please explain to me what Liz Truss is actually for? Like salad cream, radishes Lettuce and Andrea Leadsom’s intellect, I have always regarded her as one of those cosmic practical jokes put on earth to make us smile in a cringeworthy sort of way. But for ...
That boiling cauldron of hatred, bile and intolerance that marinades and broils Brexit was embodied in the Dementor phantasm that possesses the human form of Esther McVey on Sophie Ridge this morning. When the Ergonaut Death Eaters join hands and attempt to make contact with t...
Poor old Brexit. She appears to be waiting for Diane Abbott to sing. And then it will be all over. The air will be thick with recriminations, the howls of protest, the pointing of fingers, the sly threats of civil disobedience, the hysteria of a failure of politics and the tro...
Well, it has finally happened. The Magnificent Seven have finally saddled up and set off to redeem themselves by protecting a little town taken over by bandits. And one line from the 1960 movie couldn’t have put the problem of Corbyn any more succinctly, “this man needs to be ...