It all started with that fateful referendum result, supposedly a triumph for democracy, and suddenly British politics has all the stability of a drunk on a penny-farthing.
David Cameron had to go, there was no doubt, but then so did the arch Brexiteer Boris Johnson after being stabbed in the back by his best buddy Michael Gove. Then Gove also went down the political plughole.
So it came down to a straight cat-fight between Theresa May and Andrea Leadsom. One front page I saw had the headline: ‘Who will be the next Maggie?’ which I thought a tad patronising. If it had been Johnson versus Gove, I doubt if it would have read: ‘Who will be the next Ted Heath?’ But then the Daily Mail never really liked Sailor Ted.
But I digress because the May/Leadsom scrap didn’t happen because the latter was assassinated by the Rupert Murdoch media and hey presto we have a new PM that nobody voted for, not even the 150,000 members of the Conservative Party, and the palace coup was complete.
And if you closed you eyes when May set out her stall, you could almost imagine that you were listening to a Labour leader with all that guff about inclusivity, curbing big business and up the workers. They say that politicians steal the opposition’s clothes while they’re bathing, although in this case the Labour Party isn’t bathing, but drowning.
Jeremy Corbyn has been a dead man walking since Labour had its own post-Brexit night of the long knives as one MP after another slipped out from under and today Angela Eagle announced that she was officially challenging his leadership. Angela isn’t even the best politician in her own family, of course. That title belongs to her sister Maria.
So there we have it – after our greatest democratic adventure in our history, we’re left with a prime minister that nobody voted for and potentially a change in leader of the opposition who apparently has the support of grassroots party members. All in all, a very British coup.