I confess, I am not a fan of soap operas. I do like a good sitcom though and, in these times of doom and gloom, Boris might not be able to get a lot right with regard to Covid, but he is providing us with plenty of entertainment.
Of course, it’s all hearsay and gossip. Until Dom Cummings publishes his memoir, early in the new year I suspect, we won’t know his version of the true story. But in the meantime we can be amused by, as the Sunday Times says, the ‘Three of them in this marriage’, stealing and paraphrasing the quote from Princess Diana.
Sadly, you couldn’t make it up. New girl Allegra crying on Boris’ shoulder because Dom allegedly didn’t like her. Dom walking out with his box of tricks and oh so grumpy because his best buddy Lee quit/got the push. Gove sitting at home with his scale model of Number 10 sticking pins into the current incumbents while working out where his furniture will go when he moves in. The Chancellor quietly digging a subterranean passage from Number 11 so that he can pop up behind the glossy black door at the appropriate moment.
And we mustn’t forget the conservative MPs, Nietzsche’s slaves or sheep, more goose like in their little gaggles running hither and thither trying to decide which person to believe/follow and give them something to blindly believe in that they can regurgitate to their constituents. Our elected representatives have too much to take in at once, poor souls, as they wrestle with Covid one minute, Brexit the next, consultants being appointed willy nilly without public scrutiny and all of them ‘chums’ of current or past Tories. What a to do?
But nor must we forget ‘her indoors’ or more accurately ‘her upstairs’, the third party in the Carrie/Boris/Dom menage. More rumour and innuendo suggest that the puppet master is pulling the strings, appropriately, from the flat above the offices using Whatsapp. What a carry on? (Get the pun?)
The sad thing is that many of us take delight in the lunacy of the current United States President while we have our own special brand of British lunacy at a time when clear thought and real leadership would most benefit our little nation.