After last week’s shambles, Boris could barely have performed worse at PMQs today. Sir Keir Starmer began with a horror-story endured by two parents in London.
They needed an urgent Covid test for a feverish toddler but were told that nothing was available in the capital. Go to Romford, was the advice. Then they were directed to Hayward’s heath, (‘half-way to Brighton’ said Sir Keir), then to Telford, then to Inverness, then to Swansea. Finally, after searching all day, they found a precious test in the Lee Valley but it was also being offered to people in Manchester.
‘Who is responsible?’ said Sir Keir, doing his ‘rent-collector short of patience’ voice.
Boris stood up. It looked as if he was about to brush off the question with his habitual self-serving bonhomie. Yes, folks, I’ve organised another national disaster because my government is absolutely brilliant and I’m continuing to provide the disciplined leadership this country craves.
It got worse for the great court-room star – he fluffed his lines
And that, more or less, is what he said.
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