That looked pretty weird. The self-isolating PM attended parliament today from a remote location. His advisers had blundered badly. They might have created a warm, friendly look by seating Boris in a big leather armchair, lit by honey-coloured lamps, and surrounded by portraits of his latest children. Instead they’d emptied out a cubby-hole in a Downing Street attic and stuck him at a desk in a grey suit. He looked like a drug lord being quizzed in a Heathrow interview booth.
It’s been a typical week for the PM. He’s lost two key advisers and let a rumour spread that his fiancée is running the country. As well as trying hard to undermine the loyalty of his backbenchers, he has called Scottish devolution ‘a disaster’ – a remark that may accelerate the United Kingdom’s destruction. So nothing special. Sir Keir Starmer had lots of problems to choose from and, as usual, he tried to cram everything in.
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