Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 9 May 2015
Thou shalt not, as it happens
Sorry to mention the General Election again, but what has happened is truly gob-smacking and seismic (to use another cliche).
Overnight, the two other remaining political parties have been destroyed (or have destroyed themselves) and in a few weeks time, the Scots will be calling the tunes, using London as a base.
Everyone has been saying that our first past the post system is bankrupt, but can you imagine what it would be like with proportional representation? Nigel Farage wouldn't have committed Hari Kiri for a start.
It's too late now, but if Margaret Thatcher hadn't destroyed the Civil Service, they could have been put to good use in training the 56 newcomers to Westminster (some of whom have probably never set foot outside Scotland), as they all arrive at Paddington Station with labels round their necks asking to be taken there, plus also advising the Queen to have nothing more to do with David Cameron ever again.
Paddy Ashdown has to eat his hat in public, and Ed Milliband is wondering what to do with the bloody great monolith he had made with his manifesto carved on it in biblical style. Auction it, if you have the balls, Ed.