The pantomime goes on and on and we in the audience, bored and irritated, can only wait for someone to forget their pre-ordained lines and the choreography and thus provide us all with a laugh. The Grand Panjandrums waltz from here to there desperately trying to remember their lines and moves. In the end, of course, it will all climax with an enormously long, reedy, whistling fart which the actors will pretend is a majestic clarion call for The Great European Future.
Personally, I am sick of it and with each passing day 'Dim Dave' diminishes before my eyes although my detestation of him grows. Does he really believe that somehow he is exceeding anything that 'that woman' ever did? And does he really think that we swallow his BS? The whole thing is a charade and I trust that the people (dread word!) of Britain will eventually blow him the biggest raspberry ever!
Couldn't agree more, Duffy, but we're screwed unless the Outers get their act together -and I don't think they will.
Posted by: Oswald Thake | Monday, 01 February 2016 at 10:55
I'm not too sure how much difference it would make if the 'Outers' did "get their act together". I think people will come to their own conclusions irrespective - and alas, I think it will be the wrong conclusion!
Posted by: David Duff | Monday, 01 February 2016 at 11:33