Moments in
History
Or
History in
‘Moments’ (1)
(WARNING: This history may
be a little out of order.)
As she rode
(rowed?) to Tilbury Theresa pondered on the words she was so famously to utter
as she bade farewell and bon voyage to
her EU negotiators:
‘I may have the
political skills of a local councillor and the heart of a Chief Whip, but I
have the stomach of a male Prime Minister,’ she said to cheers on the deck of
the sinking ship HMS LastoneLeft.
How far they
had all come as a result of her late father’s drastic solving of the King’s
Great Matter and now This Realm, This England, stood alone. As did Theresa,
steering her way through the labyrinth of a treacherous Court that might so
easily have had her long since ‘remaindered’ like an unread old book of
political memoirs. It was more vital than ever that she trust no one and keep
her own counsel.
Then there was
Nicola of the Scots chafing behind Theresa’s northern border while seeking
behind Theresa’s back to resurrect the ‘Auld Alliance’ with Theresa’s great
continental enemy. But she was a problem that would have to wait, and meanwhile
both Nicola and the EU were issues too delicate to be left in the clumsy hands
of her bumptious First Minister, Blundering Boris, Earl of Weshallsea and
notorious jester-turncoat….
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