What a day! I mean, we’ve two feet of snow here and are running low on vital provisions (tobacco and whisky) and one of the chickens went missing and is feared lost in a snowdrift. A shame, since she’s a reliable layer.
Meanwhile at Westminster, a pair of clowns armed with plastic spoons tried to knife the Prime Minister.
Tweedle-Who? and Tweedle-Hoon concocted a plot so comically useless that it seems possible that the only question is whether it will be remembered for its stupidity or its ineptitude. Now of course it ain’t over yet (as James reminds us) but as of this writing it looks as though, yet again, Labour’s plotters have demonstrated their utter hopelessness.
That is entertaining for those of us unlikely to vote Labour in the coming election but it’s not, I hazard, splendid news for the Labour party.
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