So it seems you can be as borish as you like in British politics and so long as you didn’t intend to be borish then that is fine. Such are the looking glass world standards of the Boris Johnson government that we no longer seem to care about such matters as treating people with a certain amount of respect. I’m sure he has got away with things for now but I am not at all sure how this will wash in an Employment Tribunal which we are now suppose to believe doesn’t really count. We’ll see.
Away from domestic politics it would seem that the great Brexit nonsense is coming to its inevitable conclusion – a huge fudge. Both sides are preparing to bounce their respective legislatures and recalcitrant countries into accepting an agreement that will basically allow each side to save face. Perhaps the most interesting aspect of this whole thing is that whilst on the face of it it will put the Brexit saga to bed underneath it is clear that we will be squabbling about things such as the size of a Cod and where it can be caught for the rest of our lives.
If I am correct then all those dire warnings about getting everything sorted out by mid October are going to look a bit silly (not sure if I was one of those making such warnings if so then I will have a suitable portion of egg splattered across my face).
Isn’t life funny?