@Rachael_Swindon

I t’s almost unthinkable, isn’t it? If we had a General Election tomorrow there’s every chance the British people would return a Boris Johnson government. And even if Johnson didn’t fancy it, You would most likely have Prime Minister Gove, who is of course, Rupert Murdoch’s chosen one.  Apologies if you’re enjoying your breakfast. You should know me by now.  Now, before we get on to the elevensies, let me explain why this is unthinkable. I could probably sum it up in just one word.  Coronavirus.  But that doesn’t really put a great deal of meat on the bone, or in my case, much soya in the Quorn fillets. The last 10 months have been a nightmare - unless you’re Jeff Bezos, or one of the supermarket giants such as Asda or Tesco. More than 800,000 jobs have gone, we face the deepest recession in the G7, small businesses are folding at an alarming rate, Statutory Sick Pay of around £13.70 PER DAY, isn’t quite cutting it, Universal Credit is leaving people in unsustainable debt, and dire pov

Don’t worry, I won’t keep you long. Just long enough to share my thoughts on the latest political shenanigans.  I’m not talking about a refuse collector losing his job for beating up a snowman, in case you wondered. The media reaction to such a non-story immediately makes me think of diversions, because that’s what they usually do. But they’ve been incredibly busy helping Johnson play the sorrowful statesman, and what a repugnant spectacle of brown-nosing bullshit it has been.  There I was this morning, I’d just done the hoovering, made a cuppa, opened Twitter, and the first thing in see is this.  It is a new Ipsos Mori poll, and this particular question has made a dreary and chilly Friday a little more interesting. Basically, who do you think had done the best job of holding the government to account during the Coronavirus pandemic?  And Piers Morgan has done better than Keith. How does one react? Bemusement? Horror? Genuine concern?  Mr Rashford has been an absolutely fantastic examp

I  don’t spend much time writing about the Brexit thing. It’s happened. I fully accept we are no longer a member of the European Union.  I say this as a Remain voter, as well as someone who campaigned tirelessly for the Remain cause.  Did I think the EU was perfect? No.   Did I sing “Oooohhh Jean-Claude Junker”? No.  Did I think the MEP expenses were sustainable? No. Did I think that every minute we witnessed less of the Poundshop Enoch, Farage (sounds like “garage”, not “mirage”) polluting the airwaves, would be a blessed minute? Abso-fucking-lutely.  The image of flag-fancying Farage singing ‘God Save The Queen’, was more than enough to justify Jeremy Corbyn’s decision not to belt out the little ditty like a Stella-fuelled member of the Football Lads Alliance.  It’s very important not to help people like Farage promote themselves. It’s “FA-RIDGE” (the “FA” stands for “fucking awful). So when you think of Farage, just think of a garage.  It’s no different with people calling another B