I'm beginning to detect that my inherent grumpiness is changing into anger. It's possible that if things continue to go on as they are now it might even morph into fury - and then who knows what might happen! I refer, of course, to the obvious fact that 'Posh-Dim Dave' really and truly believes that we are all idiots who can be led by the nose just so long as the 'leader' is frightfully posh and Eton-educated. Hitherto I have always dismissed him as a well-born second-rater, merely the latest of that (in)breed since Margaret Thatcher was knifed by a pusillanimous bunch of Tory party grandees. However, the charade he has led over the so-called EU 'negotiations' is a downright insult to our intelligence. The various creepy-crawlies who surround him need to draw a deep breath and summon up what passes for their courage or they too could feel the wrath of the British public.
One senses that the various EU leaders and bureaucrats shaking hands with Dave can barely hold back their sniggers of derision as he swans around the continent claiming a huge victory for Britain. He only consented to a referendum because he was wetting himself over the (non-existent) threat of UKIP and thus "hoist on his own petard" has been forced to put on a fake show, a bit like a juggler tossing just one ball in the air, catching it and looking round for applause! Charles Moore, a former editor of The Spectator and therefore by definition a splendidly intelligent chap, puts it this way:
This week, however, we learnt that there is to be no reformed Europe and that Mr Cameron has won almost nothing. I feel a fool for having argued for fair play and giving the fellow a chance. What the Prime Minister offered to the House of Commons on Wednesday is so worthless that it is almost embarrassing to expend any ink on it.
Quite so but next June it will be worth spending some of Dave's political blood on it!