LEAST SAID

It give me no pleasure to kick a man when he’s down, but ‘Randy Andy’s’ exploits have at least performed one valuable service – they have pushed Brexit from the front pages of the news and given us all a much-needed break from  the rough and tumble of the daily political grind.  That said, I suspect it won’t be long before we are fed yet more daily doses of the same, as we try and sort the wheat from the chaff.

Fortunately we have a fair-minded and balanced Media, concentrating as they do on the burning issues and ignoring the trivia.  That said, there is news of Jo Swinston, the ebullient yet vacuous leader of the Liberal Democratic party, outed as a squirrel slayer, both grey and red, firing her catapult at the poor defenceless creatures.  For the record, when the story broke, she denied it, but then, you would wouldn’t you?

For the record, it occurred to me that two of the essential qualifications needed for the leadership of the Liberal Democrats is ebullience and vacuity, and she has them in spades.

And to be even handed, what of Jeremy Corbyn?  Yes indeed, what of Jeremy Corbyn? For those of you who may have dozed off, he is the elected leader of the Labour Party, but by all accounts, no more than a figure-head.  The real power in the Party lies with John Macdonald, the shadow something, and the proud possessor of Chairman Mao’s little red book.  Suggestions vary as to what he should do with it, but it goes to show he’s at the cutting edge of the political debate, albeit not the British political debate.

The Labour Party manifesto is eagerly awaited.  It is in the hands of the ever dependable Dianne Abbott, taking longer than expected as she has yet to master the complexities of joined up writing.

I am not mentioning the Tories, as I felt it was time to give the also-rans their moment in the spotlight before they return to the political wasteland from whence they came.

When it comes to also-rans, I miss Lord Sutch and the Monster Raving Looney Party.  They were fun in a political landscape where fun was in very short supply.  Those were the days of Ted Heath, as dry as a sea biscuit, and Harold Wilson, who elevated political chicanery to new heights.  And to round off  this Fred Karno’s circus, there was the oleaginous Jeremy Thorpe.  That said, there is nothing more to say.

As for Prince Andrew and his ‘advisers’, if he is willing to take advice, and that is not a given, then he should remember the old adage that “least said, soonest mended”.  There may be too many questions that need credible answers, and that is going to take time.  The media circus moves on.  So should he.

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