What a bust: Footballing heartthrob Cristiano Ronaldo didn’t look quite so handsome when a sculpture of him was unveiled at the ceremony at Madeira airport which has been named after him. I think it looks like Niall Quinn.
Blistering barnacles: The remain faction has recruited Tintin to their cause by using an illustration from The Crab with the Golden Claws to illustrate the self-destructive nature of Brexit and it now hangs on the wall of the EU negotiating team.
Apparently, there are anti-Brexit billboards like this one popping up all over the country by a campaign group called Stop the Silence and paid for by people like me who remain unconvinced that leaving the EU is such a good idea.
I stumped up my twenty quid through the campaign’s website because it seemed the least I could do to express my doubts about our mass migration out of Europe. Read more ›››
I swear I heard Jurgen Klopp use the headline above to describe the strange world we live in as the reason that Claudio Ranieri got the sack as manager of Leicester City barely a year after he guided them to an unlikely Premiership winning season. But perhaps he has a point
A similar thing occurred to me today after Labour lost the Copeland seat they’ve held for eighty years and yet, like Monty Python’s knight, Jeremy Corbyn declares it is but a scratch even though his arms are hanging off. Read more ›››
Good news – I managed to join the ‘liberal elite’ overnight, even as I slept. Mind you, so did 16 million other people who happened to vote to remain in the EU. How’s that for social mobility?
That’s what I am according to Theresa May’s worldview, as reported in the Daily Mail yesterday. Apparently, I find patriotism distasteful, think concerns about immigration parochial and views on crime illiberal. Read more ›››
I’m starting to get an inkling, or at least an inkle, of what it must have been like to live in one of those apocryphal banana republics of yore when governments rose and fell overnight.
It all started with that fateful referendum result, supposedly a triumph for democracy, and suddenly Britsh politics has all the stability of a drunk on a penny-farthing. Read more ›››
Naked ambition: Workers in Belarus took their president quite literally when he asked them to ‘get undressed and work till you sweat’ to help ease the country’s economic woes.
Outraged of Tunbridge Wells: Apocryphal anger in the prosperous Kent town at news that a new supermarket isn’t the Waitrose they’ve been campaigning for for years, but the budget store Wilko. ‘We didn’t want a Poundland and we certainly don’t want a Wilko,’ said local resident Craig Smart. Read more ›››
A week may be a long time in politics, but it isn’t even a career in the post-Brexit, Alice in Wonderland world of Westminster when the life expectancy of a shadow cabinet post is barely numbered in hours.