March 1st 2020 - WHO IS THE REAL PM
Well, where have I been? Rhetorical obviously as you don't know. I hope. It's not that I've been involved in any nefarious activity. It's just that I like
some privacy, something not valued too highly by modern society. If you've followed these grumps you will be aware of my downright hatred of many newspapers these
days. They don't provide news; they peddle gossip or, worse still, invent gossip to sell their tardy, tatty pieces of paper. And the non-royal part of the very
Royal family have given some scope as have TV presenters (another grump means I can't call them celebrities) and an amazingly intelligent and passionate 17 year
old young lady.
However I have noticed she gets slightly less coverage because to give more would need these money-grabbing press barons to admit that they, and I, have
contributed to this mess and it should be our duty to put it right not leave it to the younger generation. It means sacrificing a lot. If you wish to know I
now have only one room in my flat heated and I have turned down that heat by over 20%. I don't fly and wouldn't unless it was a dire emergency.
The real reason for my silence has been to allow our new Prime Minister to get his feet under the table, although to do this he must first remove
one of them from his mouth. Luckily for him, his predecessor has far more important things to concentrate on now his girlfriend is pregnant. Dominic Cummings
route to the top has been, how shall we say it, shrouded in mystery. A mystery he likes to exploit. His influence is about as shrouded as Dracula's cloak.
The whole government seems to be in a pretty sorry state (or should that be a pritti sorry state) and they've only been in power less than three months.
Chancellor gone, Home Secretary should be gone and maybe will be gone and the Foreign Secretary was the man who was surprised so much of our trade with Europe
came through Dover. Where will it all end and, again, this could be viewed as a rhetorical question except I think many of us have a shrewd idea. Bit like the
old joke about the air stewardess who stepped backwards into the plane's propeller. Disaster.