Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Saturday, 12 January 2019
The spectre of right-wing unrest
If ever I get unexpectedly caught leaving the house by the recycling team taking away all our wine bottles on Thursday mornings, I intend to say, "We do a lot of entertaining" by way of explaining the over-full bags. I will emphasise the word 'we' as well, but I doubt if I will be believed.
This week we have actually entertained twice, so this weekend I am planning to spend hours indoors alone (except for Her Indoors) with the only intruders being the BBC. Now that Christmas is over and Gatwick is open for business, Trump and Brexit are back on the menu again, morning noon and night. Oh shit - I am thinking about Trump and Brexit again.
This wall that he is demanding $5 billion to have built (we never believed him when he said Mexico would pay) will be situated deep within U.S. territory. This means that all any potential asylum-seekers will have to do is camp on U.S. land and apply for asylum through the wire. The criminals will always find an alternative way in. They always do. If he puts the federal government on hold for much longer, there will be several hundred thousand more economic migrants and their families heading for Europe. I don't think Canada would take them.
This year, the Christmas lights outside were switched on in November, but were turned off on Christmas Eve and remained out for the whole of the Christmas period. The street was dark for the whole twelve days.
Oh, Brexit. When are we supposed to leave again? March? Does that mean we have to go through all those post-Christmas, dreary, winter months with only that to look forward to?