If only we’d known. All it took to burst the Boris Bubble was a mad looking woman in a pink dressing gown and a bloke dressed like a landowner from Midsomer Murders.
Nicola Sturgeon, Scotland’s first minister has apologised for breaching Covid rules by taking her face mask off at a wake. A picture appeared in the Scottish press of her standing talking to three people at a social distance, but with her face uncovered.
Addressing MSPs at Holyrood, the first minister said she wanted to express “how sorry I am for my breach of rules that I ask all of us to follow”.
Ms Sturgeon said: “I want to be clear that regardless of the circumstances, I was in the wrong. There are no excuses.
“These rules do apply to me, just as they do to everyone else, and the rules really matter.”
Or as her ever-present signer put it:
‘The Northern Powerhouse’ always makes me think of Big Daddy, the Yorkshire wrestler, a favourite of Saturday afternoon grapple fans in the 1970s. But apparently it’s a term for the proposal to boost economic growth in the North of England by the 2010-15 coalition government and 2015-2017 Conservative government in the United Kingdom, particularly in Manchester, Liverpool, Leeds, Sheffield, Hull and Newcastle. High Speed 2 (HS2), the planned high-speed railway is apparently core to this plan.
HS2 is costly (maybe £100billion!), and environmentally damaging, and there’s strong opposition to the scheme although, strangely enough, not from the LibDems, who support the plan. That would prove interesting if they were to get into bed – or sleeping bag – with the Green party.
Anyway, who better to sum up why HS2 is not a good idea, than Jonathan Pie, with a guest appearance by Chris Packham.
Interestingly, Boris Johnson, has today announced his support for a new high-speed Leeds to Manchester rail route, and I wonder if this is prelude to the scrapping of HS2. We can only hope. That said, both Eric Cantona and Rio Ferdinand manged the same devastating journey fine 30 years ago without such a link. As a Leeds United supporter, that hurts.
Amidst all the debates, the Punch and Judy exchanges, the vilification of our main two political party leaders, the celebrity social media indignation – one thing is absolutely clear as we go into 2019.
UK politics is fucked.
We’ve let a Remainer lead Brexit, a woman who has split her party in two with her stubbornness and ineffectual refusal to negotiate. Thatcher, she is not. Across the floor there’s an opposition leader who is making an already weak party weaker still. A man who has missed so many open goals since the referendum that he’d be first choice pick for any bent football manager betting against his own team.
As for Brexit, Remain are producing their own ‘Project Fear’. They’ll be no pharmaceuticals or vegetables, and the motorways of Kent will be like car parks. (Because, the motorways of Kent currently run completely free of delays, of course). The ‘People’s Vote’ movement is still stuck in traffic without a hope of getting to it’s final destination, droning on like an bluebottle stuck in a conservatory.
Brexiteers aren’t happy because it’s not going to be the Brexit that they was promised – probably because those promises were all in their heads (and maybe on the side of a rather large bus), and they weren’t actually specifically promised anything.
So what next? I suspect we’ll stumble into Brexit and stumble out again. Both main parties will elect new leaders, a general election will be called, Labour will get in with a large majority and poverty, homelessness and climate change will all be instantly solved.
And then, they’ll fuck it all up again.