Back in the 80s, Labour had been infiltrated by a left wing group called Militant; that got banned by the party as they were more for gogma rather than for people. Currently, Labour has Momentum, which has recruited tens, if not hundreds of thousands of new members for the party, supporting Corbyn. Meaning, no matter how useless he actually is as leader of the opposition, his position is pretty much secure.
Over at Conservative HQ, they have the 1922 backbencher committee, although not sure what they do, they have a powerful voice in supporting the Government or leader. Also there is something now called the ERG, the European Research Group, made of Conservative MPs in trying to push the PM into a harder Brexit. Yesterday, MP for the 1780s, JRM, was elected its new leader, and stated that he will ensure that the PM makes a success of Brexit, but also bear in mind that he supports walking away from the negotiations if things don't go the way he thinks they should. Yesterday on Newsnight, he also threatened reforming the House of Lords if they try to delay or change the Brexit bill. Which doesn't sound very democratic, which was supposed to be the point of Brexit and all that.
All MPs are equal but some are more equal than others.
All this means that the PM has to steer her Government through these vested interests domestically at the same time as negotiating with the EU, the chance of a deal with the EU being acceptable to the EU27, the European Parliament, both Houses at Westminster, the ERG, and everything is about zero. But what is good for the country comes a very distant last in anything Brexit related.
The EU also ramped up the pressure by, in a tweet, quoting DD that a democracy that isn't allowed to change its mind isn't a democracy. Which is true of course, but when they have the result they want and all that.
Finally, the agreement reached with the EU last December has to be legally enacted upon, if that were to fail in Westminster then it would cause the Government to fail, or a new leader be chosen, thus further muddying the Brexit waters, just at a time when every day is precious as May 29th 2019 get nearer. And remember, all has to be agreed by the end of September so that a 6 month period of ratification can be fitted in.
It is going to be a rollercoaster ride, and not at all smooth.
Tuesday, 16 January 2018
Monday 15th January 2018
Said to be the saddest, most miserable day of the year. aka Blue Monday.
The weather came out in sympathy, with heavy cloud at dawn, which soon produced the best part of nine hours of heavy rain, with clouds so thick it barely got fully light, at least until just before dusk whrn the clouds cleared and the wind dropped. But by then the day was lost, even if it was a working day.
Jools was up and about before me, I snoozed on, Scully was fed and came back to bed, waking me up as she jumped onto my legs hoping for some more snoozing time. I had to get up, it being a school day and all that. Jools even made me a coffee, so once downstairs I could take myself to the sofa to watch the highlights of the Liverpool v Citeh game, and it was as wonderful as it sounded on the radio the day before.. And following that, the Arsenal game was just as funny, especially as Arsene tried to explain it all. Badly.
Anyway, with the rain hammering down outside, I have breakfast and start work, with an hour's meeting to start, and then another. Oh well.
The cats are whiney, not wanting to go out. Only Mulder does a couple of times, comes back soaked both times, only to shake himslef off on me. Cheers pal. And then he wants feeding.
There is lunch, coffee, tea and more coffee.
Once I have done with work, I put on my trainers and go to do a session on the cross trainer, not really enjoying it, but getting it done and doing the whole half hour, huffing and puffing along with the music. I have a shower and am ready for a quiet evening, all I have to do is make inslata for dinner, meaning it is going to be simple.
At dusk the rain stopped and clouds cleared, the sky turning inigo blue as the sun set.
Monday is the new night for Only Connect, which Jools and I watch together after The Sky at nIght, getting our dose of dark matter news.
And that was your day, wet, windy and work.
The weather came out in sympathy, with heavy cloud at dawn, which soon produced the best part of nine hours of heavy rain, with clouds so thick it barely got fully light, at least until just before dusk whrn the clouds cleared and the wind dropped. But by then the day was lost, even if it was a working day.
Jools was up and about before me, I snoozed on, Scully was fed and came back to bed, waking me up as she jumped onto my legs hoping for some more snoozing time. I had to get up, it being a school day and all that. Jools even made me a coffee, so once downstairs I could take myself to the sofa to watch the highlights of the Liverpool v Citeh game, and it was as wonderful as it sounded on the radio the day before.. And following that, the Arsenal game was just as funny, especially as Arsene tried to explain it all. Badly.
Anyway, with the rain hammering down outside, I have breakfast and start work, with an hour's meeting to start, and then another. Oh well.The cats are whiney, not wanting to go out. Only Mulder does a couple of times, comes back soaked both times, only to shake himslef off on me. Cheers pal. And then he wants feeding.
There is lunch, coffee, tea and more coffee.
Once I have done with work, I put on my trainers and go to do a session on the cross trainer, not really enjoying it, but getting it done and doing the whole half hour, huffing and puffing along with the music. I have a shower and am ready for a quiet evening, all I have to do is make inslata for dinner, meaning it is going to be simple.
At dusk the rain stopped and clouds cleared, the sky turning inigo blue as the sun set.
Monday is the new night for Only Connect, which Jools and I watch together after The Sky at nIght, getting our dose of dark matter news.
And that was your day, wet, windy and work.
Tuesday Brexit
I think its fair to say, that with each passing day not only will the clamour around Brexit get louder and more shrill, but as things are discussed between the EU and the UK, the actuality of what is agreed will be narrowed down to remove any doubt of what has been agreed to.
The next major issue facing May and DD is that what was agreed between the EU and UK has to be formalised by the UK, so what is meant by regulatory divergence or regulatory alignment will be pinned down. As the wiggle room gets less and less, May and her brave team of Brexiteers will be in a brexit bubble that gets smaller and smaller as reality closes in. Make no mistake, if UK tries to roll back on what was agreed, then the whole agreement will come crashing down and leave Britain with the only alternatives; a no deal or no Brexit.
Liam Fox is travelling the world finding out that other countries want things in return. And that there are no deal in place, no framework agreements, maybe a letter of intent, but that's all. So bad is it that the UK might ask the EU for permission to replicate its free trade agreements with countries around the world for as long as the transition period is. If not, UK will have 15 months get get 60 of them agreed, although nothing can be signed until after 29th March next year.
The EU has said that EU citizen's rights in the UK must be extended for the length of any transition deal, not end, as the UK wants, on 29th March next year. Britain will have to agree to this, or no extension.
In other news, Norway has said if the UK gets preferential deal to the one it has, it will insist that its own one is renegotiated. This is to be expected of course, and probably falls under WTO most preferred nation status, but I'm sure DD will be surprised.
It was revealed today that farmers in Jersey are having trouble in recruiting staff to plant the seed potatoes that will grow into our spring cropped Jersey Royals. Almost like project fear is project reality. And finally, despite the figure written on the side of a big red bus being proven to be false, today, Boris de Piffel Johnson stated that the £350 million figure was £462 million. As the previous figure had been challenged by the UK Statistics Agency, Keir Starmer has asked them to look into this further inflated figure by this inflated figure.
The next major issue facing May and DD is that what was agreed between the EU and UK has to be formalised by the UK, so what is meant by regulatory divergence or regulatory alignment will be pinned down. As the wiggle room gets less and less, May and her brave team of Brexiteers will be in a brexit bubble that gets smaller and smaller as reality closes in. Make no mistake, if UK tries to roll back on what was agreed, then the whole agreement will come crashing down and leave Britain with the only alternatives; a no deal or no Brexit.
Liam Fox is travelling the world finding out that other countries want things in return. And that there are no deal in place, no framework agreements, maybe a letter of intent, but that's all. So bad is it that the UK might ask the EU for permission to replicate its free trade agreements with countries around the world for as long as the transition period is. If not, UK will have 15 months get get 60 of them agreed, although nothing can be signed until after 29th March next year.
The EU has said that EU citizen's rights in the UK must be extended for the length of any transition deal, not end, as the UK wants, on 29th March next year. Britain will have to agree to this, or no extension.
In other news, Norway has said if the UK gets preferential deal to the one it has, it will insist that its own one is renegotiated. This is to be expected of course, and probably falls under WTO most preferred nation status, but I'm sure DD will be surprised.
It was revealed today that farmers in Jersey are having trouble in recruiting staff to plant the seed potatoes that will grow into our spring cropped Jersey Royals. Almost like project fear is project reality. And finally, despite the figure written on the side of a big red bus being proven to be false, today, Boris de Piffel Johnson stated that the £350 million figure was £462 million. As the previous figure had been challenged by the UK Statistics Agency, Keir Starmer has asked them to look into this further inflated figure by this inflated figure.
Monday, 15 January 2018
Sunday 14th January 2018
I did not sleep well, and awoke at half six with a woolly head and indigestion, but that’s red wine and snacking for you. It seemed to soon to be on the 2nd day of the weekend, but there we are.
I get up, feed the cats and think about making a coffee.
But before anything, even bacon and football, there is the cross trainer. Yes, I girded my loins once more, and after the rest day on Saturday, I really should get back on it. So, with Jools making vague promises about her doing her session “later”, I go back upstairs, put on my trainers and put on the I pod. And off we go.
With a soundtrack of New Order, The Rolling Stones, Bowie among others, I get the 30 minute session done, and almost enjoy it. Almost, but then I had done it. And after a short break in which to get my breath back, I go to cook bacon butties for us. Meaning that I can eat mine at the godly hour of half nine in the morning whilst watching the football, whole outside the forecasted rain failed to appear, and instead warm sunshine poured through the windows at the back of the house.
I go to help Jools in the garden, taking down the quince tree. It has been infected with blight each of the four seasons we had it, was looking good last year as it had flowers on for the first time, and we hoped it would fruit. But the blight returned, killed off any growing fruit and then the leaves dropped off. So we cut our losses. And it would have infected other fruit plants with blight too, and that would never do. On top of that, we had to bag up all the compost and soil in the big pot too, as that would be infected as well.
Lunch came, later than usual, and then there was football to listen too: Arse at Bournemouth, and once again the Gunners managed to snatch defeat from victory, conceding two goals in the last 20 minutes to slump to another defeat, and then there was the much anticipated game between Liverpool and Citeh, which for once lived up to expectations and hype, ending up a 4-3 win for Liverpool, and a very enjoyable game it was. And what a pleasant change to have both managers at the end of the game, talking to the press, both with huge smiles on their faces after their teams contributing to the game of the season. Of course, Citeh are still at least 12 points clear at the top, so maybe it didn't matter too much, but it is, at the end of the day, entertainment, and we were gloriously entertains. Sadly, Man Utd play on Monday, so the grouch will return and the run extracted.
I had got some of the turkey out of the freezer, warmed that through in the oven, and so had a quick roast dinner with steamed vegetables, roast potatoes and Yorkshire puddings. As you do. Al ready in an hour, and wonderful.
All in all, a quiet Sunday, rounded off by watching a documentary on the Voyager missions and another on the life of Neil Armstrong. Voyager and the Apollo missions; two of the greatest achievements of mankind. Ig am humbled.
I get up, feed the cats and think about making a coffee.
But before anything, even bacon and football, there is the cross trainer. Yes, I girded my loins once more, and after the rest day on Saturday, I really should get back on it. So, with Jools making vague promises about her doing her session “later”, I go back upstairs, put on my trainers and put on the I pod. And off we go.
With a soundtrack of New Order, The Rolling Stones, Bowie among others, I get the 30 minute session done, and almost enjoy it. Almost, but then I had done it. And after a short break in which to get my breath back, I go to cook bacon butties for us. Meaning that I can eat mine at the godly hour of half nine in the morning whilst watching the football, whole outside the forecasted rain failed to appear, and instead warm sunshine poured through the windows at the back of the house.
I go to help Jools in the garden, taking down the quince tree. It has been infected with blight each of the four seasons we had it, was looking good last year as it had flowers on for the first time, and we hoped it would fruit. But the blight returned, killed off any growing fruit and then the leaves dropped off. So we cut our losses. And it would have infected other fruit plants with blight too, and that would never do. On top of that, we had to bag up all the compost and soil in the big pot too, as that would be infected as well.
Lunch came, later than usual, and then there was football to listen too: Arse at Bournemouth, and once again the Gunners managed to snatch defeat from victory, conceding two goals in the last 20 minutes to slump to another defeat, and then there was the much anticipated game between Liverpool and Citeh, which for once lived up to expectations and hype, ending up a 4-3 win for Liverpool, and a very enjoyable game it was. And what a pleasant change to have both managers at the end of the game, talking to the press, both with huge smiles on their faces after their teams contributing to the game of the season. Of course, Citeh are still at least 12 points clear at the top, so maybe it didn't matter too much, but it is, at the end of the day, entertainment, and we were gloriously entertains. Sadly, Man Utd play on Monday, so the grouch will return and the run extracted.I had got some of the turkey out of the freezer, warmed that through in the oven, and so had a quick roast dinner with steamed vegetables, roast potatoes and Yorkshire puddings. As you do. Al ready in an hour, and wonderful.
All in all, a quiet Sunday, rounded off by watching a documentary on the Voyager missions and another on the life of Neil Armstrong. Voyager and the Apollo missions; two of the greatest achievements of mankind. Ig am humbled.
Brexit is an island
Britain is an island, which is why Brexit is perfect. So said Chancellor Philip Hammond over the weekend. Crete is an island, so is Ireland too, and Brexit, or Irexit or Crexit is no good for them, but still. BUt otherwise did a good job of explaining why being a member of the EU is a good idea: sharing ideas, risks, values and the rest. He probably wasn't speaking for the Government that time, which is the usual excuse where Ministers and/or MPs have "mispoken".
In the meantime the Scottish Parliament have done their own analysis on the effects of the various flavours of Brexit, and they say that the best case scenario is that Scottish families will be £600 Scottish poinds worse off under Britain remaining in the SM, to being £2600 worse off with a no deal. Meaning that after the EU, Ireland, London and now Scotland, the only place not to have done, or at least published impact assessments, is Westminster.
A Scottish MEP said that the Scottish government wasn't helping things by "throwing stones" with these assessments. By which he means that actual facts and figures should not taint the perfect Brexit baby. Lest reality sneak in and reveal the emperor with not just not clothes, but no flesh either.
The next few weeks are the most important in Brexit. A chance before the final rounds of negotiations start, a chance for DD's department to reach out and say what would be beneficial for the EU in bending a bit. That DD doesn't really understand what he is doing or what international trade means or entails, he will probably end up burning more bridges with the EU and the other European Parliaments.
Anyway, I'm sure it'll all work out well in the end and we and the EU will all live happily ever after and we won't devolve into the stone age.
In the meantime the Scottish Parliament have done their own analysis on the effects of the various flavours of Brexit, and they say that the best case scenario is that Scottish families will be £600 Scottish poinds worse off under Britain remaining in the SM, to being £2600 worse off with a no deal. Meaning that after the EU, Ireland, London and now Scotland, the only place not to have done, or at least published impact assessments, is Westminster.
A Scottish MEP said that the Scottish government wasn't helping things by "throwing stones" with these assessments. By which he means that actual facts and figures should not taint the perfect Brexit baby. Lest reality sneak in and reveal the emperor with not just not clothes, but no flesh either.
The next few weeks are the most important in Brexit. A chance before the final rounds of negotiations start, a chance for DD's department to reach out and say what would be beneficial for the EU in bending a bit. That DD doesn't really understand what he is doing or what international trade means or entails, he will probably end up burning more bridges with the EU and the other European Parliaments.
Anyway, I'm sure it'll all work out well in the end and we and the EU will all live happily ever after and we won't devolve into the stone age.
Sunday, 14 January 2018
Saturday 13th January 2018
Welcome to the weekend.
We have waited for you all weekend to come round, now that you're here, let's make the most of our short time together.
We spend the first seven or so hours of Saturday snoozing away. Waking up at some point after seven and dawn is nearly here, I get up and go to feed the cats, hearing Jools moving about upstairs, I make coffee.
After a while Jools takes Molly's breakfast up to the bathroom, and deliberately leaves the door open to see how Molly would get on being reintegrated into the household. Slowly as it turned out. At first she stayed in the bathroom, then walked out along the hall before sheltering under the spare bed. And that's where she stayed for over an hour.
I got dressed and went to Tesco, getting a few essentials for the weekend and beyond, and getting the heck out as soon as possible and home.
By this time Molly was now lying on the bed, and a little wary as though she might be thrown back in jail at any point, but we both laid with her a while and she seemed settled enough and fell into a contended sleep.
Jools and I go out, or rather I take Jools out with a bootfull of camera gear in order to try the twin body attack on a church. Or two. I didn't really want to travel too far, so thought of some of the early churches I visited back in the early stages of the project, and came up with Wingham..
Wingham is a nice looking small town, on the main road between canterbury and Sandwich. But these days it is the road that most remember, as it doglegs round the church. There are other fine buildings there, including three pubs, so what's not too like?
We park by the church, and walk along the tree lined path to the porch, finding the inner door open, and we're not alone. There is a warden there, tidying up, but he is somewhere under the belfry, so I go about getting my shots. Looking on my Flickr stream, I see I had taken about ten shots last time I was here, I think I could do better than that. And I do, as I saw so many more details and unusual features, that come with experience. I rattle off a hundred shots with both cameras, before the warden engages me in conversation.
When I say we now live in St Margaret's, he is thrilled as he is from martin so knows the area well, and his father kept the Old Lantern when it was the Wheatsheaf before the war, and his Grandfather kept the Swingate before the Great War. All interesting stuff, but eating into my snapping time. So I make my excuses and go, get shots of the exterior and then walk along the main road to the third of the pubs before returning.
We drive to Littlebourne, the next large village, to visit St Vincent, another church built along the shallow valley of the Nailbourne. According to my records, I had been here before too, but I remembered nothing of it, least of all where in the village it was. We follow a sign but end up in the fields heading towards Wickhambreaux. I consult a map, see where it is, and so we find it straight away, and indeed, I remember nothing of it. The door was stiff, but opened on the third attempt, and we stepped inside.
Again, I go round getting my shots, increasing the half dozen shots taken before, and clearly of better quality.
We go back home for lunch, as it was now one and we might go weak from hunger. And we need to check up on Molly. She is still on the bed, so I pick her up and take her down the stairs, give her some kibbles and stell her she must go and explore. She listens and goes to the back door, goes through the flap and checks around outside.
Half an hour later she is back, and none the worse for being out, and wanting food.
We have lunch too, then it being the weekend meaning there is football, so along with listening to the commentary, I edit shots and generally try to stay awake. Not sure why now, but just after lunch I get the urge for a snooze, maybe just getting old?
I follow Norwich on Twitter as usual, we were playing at Bristol City, near conquerors of Citeh in midweek, and would be a test. But Norwich were resolute and score midway through the 2nd half and hold on to win. Funny old season, all in all.
As we were to go to Jens for more cards, I make sausage rolls for dinner, then we can go to pick up John on the way and be there for the first hand at seven. We play Meld and Queenie. And drink wine and eat party food. Its all very enjoyable, but I am struggling to stay awake by half eleven: Jools wins the final pot so we can go home, Jools driving of course. The cats are fed again before we go to bed, and half the weekend has gone, just like that.
We have waited for you all weekend to come round, now that you're here, let's make the most of our short time together.
We spend the first seven or so hours of Saturday snoozing away. Waking up at some point after seven and dawn is nearly here, I get up and go to feed the cats, hearing Jools moving about upstairs, I make coffee.
After a while Jools takes Molly's breakfast up to the bathroom, and deliberately leaves the door open to see how Molly would get on being reintegrated into the household. Slowly as it turned out. At first she stayed in the bathroom, then walked out along the hall before sheltering under the spare bed. And that's where she stayed for over an hour.
I got dressed and went to Tesco, getting a few essentials for the weekend and beyond, and getting the heck out as soon as possible and home.
By this time Molly was now lying on the bed, and a little wary as though she might be thrown back in jail at any point, but we both laid with her a while and she seemed settled enough and fell into a contended sleep.
Jools and I go out, or rather I take Jools out with a bootfull of camera gear in order to try the twin body attack on a church. Or two. I didn't really want to travel too far, so thought of some of the early churches I visited back in the early stages of the project, and came up with Wingham..
Wingham is a nice looking small town, on the main road between canterbury and Sandwich. But these days it is the road that most remember, as it doglegs round the church. There are other fine buildings there, including three pubs, so what's not too like?
We park by the church, and walk along the tree lined path to the porch, finding the inner door open, and we're not alone. There is a warden there, tidying up, but he is somewhere under the belfry, so I go about getting my shots. Looking on my Flickr stream, I see I had taken about ten shots last time I was here, I think I could do better than that. And I do, as I saw so many more details and unusual features, that come with experience. I rattle off a hundred shots with both cameras, before the warden engages me in conversation.
When I say we now live in St Margaret's, he is thrilled as he is from martin so knows the area well, and his father kept the Old Lantern when it was the Wheatsheaf before the war, and his Grandfather kept the Swingate before the Great War. All interesting stuff, but eating into my snapping time. So I make my excuses and go, get shots of the exterior and then walk along the main road to the third of the pubs before returning.
We drive to Littlebourne, the next large village, to visit St Vincent, another church built along the shallow valley of the Nailbourne. According to my records, I had been here before too, but I remembered nothing of it, least of all where in the village it was. We follow a sign but end up in the fields heading towards Wickhambreaux. I consult a map, see where it is, and so we find it straight away, and indeed, I remember nothing of it. The door was stiff, but opened on the third attempt, and we stepped inside.
Again, I go round getting my shots, increasing the half dozen shots taken before, and clearly of better quality.We go back home for lunch, as it was now one and we might go weak from hunger. And we need to check up on Molly. She is still on the bed, so I pick her up and take her down the stairs, give her some kibbles and stell her she must go and explore. She listens and goes to the back door, goes through the flap and checks around outside.
Half an hour later she is back, and none the worse for being out, and wanting food.
We have lunch too, then it being the weekend meaning there is football, so along with listening to the commentary, I edit shots and generally try to stay awake. Not sure why now, but just after lunch I get the urge for a snooze, maybe just getting old?I follow Norwich on Twitter as usual, we were playing at Bristol City, near conquerors of Citeh in midweek, and would be a test. But Norwich were resolute and score midway through the 2nd half and hold on to win. Funny old season, all in all.
As we were to go to Jens for more cards, I make sausage rolls for dinner, then we can go to pick up John on the way and be there for the first hand at seven. We play Meld and Queenie. And drink wine and eat party food. Its all very enjoyable, but I am struggling to stay awake by half eleven: Jools wins the final pot so we can go home, Jools driving of course. The cats are fed again before we go to bed, and half the weekend has gone, just like that.
Your weekend Brexit update
Today's (Sunday's) edition of the Sunday Express, shouted in banner headlines that the "no deal" flavour of Brexit will cost the EU £500 billion, whereas it would reap a bonus of £650 billion for UK. No sources were named or referenced. Just figures pulled out of thin air made to appear that Project Brexit is not the unmitigated disaster it clearly is, but a heroic triumph.
There is no truth in this at all, and is not just misleading, but a misrepresentation of the truth and of reality. How will they explain the eventual outcome when the time comes? Oh yes, as always, blame the EU. The EU that were just going to roll over because we are Britain and we sent them a jar of Marmite and a quarter of PG Tips. This truly is worthy of an episode of The Thick of It.
THe much trumpeted cabinet reshuffle was something of a damp squib, with only the further exposure of May's lack of power over her own party. But then it has been pointed out, that May's sidelining of bright young talents from positions of relative power was because she fears a leadership challenge and would rather cling on to power by fighting Johnson, Gove at al. So, a PM charging unprepared into the most important negotiations in modern history, put her own position of power before what is good for the country?
Thing is, its not too hard to imagine that being the truth.
Naughty Nigel Farrage has been saying that Brexiteers have been losing the argument over Brexit, that remainers are forcing debate. Only partially true, all we are doing is pointing to reality and asking the Government what they are going to do about it. Of course, if the ultra-Brexiteer has stayed in "frontline" domestic politics by remaining leader of UKIP and leading this fight, rather than retire to front a talk radio show in London instead. But he's still an MEP and will trouser a hefty pension no matter what, but then he has been found guilty of falsely claiming expenses and will have to replay £35,000 to the EU. So is his about turn on a 2nd referendum a pitch to keep the UK in the EU so he could continue to pocket his EU salary? Again, not impossible to imagine that being the reason.
Yesterday, new rules came into force meaning companies could not impose charges onto credit card payments. The PM crowed about that "We" had brought about this money saving initiative. But it was then this was an EU forced change and nothing to do with May or her Government. So, today, her spokesman admitted that the "we" referenced was we meaning the EU28. Bloody undemocratic EU coming over here, saving us money and looking after our rights.
Liam Fox has been to Turkey on his round the world trip to drum up trade deals. Yes, that is Turkey, the same country that the Leave campaign used to frighten the electorate about the 35,000,000 brown muslims having rights to come and live here, opening kebab shops. You really have to admire his brass. Any such trade deal with a country like Turkey would require us to offer that country easier travel and working here; like India is wanting. But that's OK as that is taking back control.
And the UK and Spain have been discussing the future of Gibraltar; no news on what they discussed, but bear in mind 96% of those living there wanted to remain, but will also be forced to the leave the EU with the rest of UK. I'm sure its nothing to worry about, as we have our crack team on the job. Over to you, Boris.
And the Chancellor is still thinking Britain can get some deal that includes financial services, despite being told it is impossible. Maybe by pretending to be stupid, they think the EU will cave in due to pity.
And for those of you still harbouring hope that that nice Mr Corbyn will ride along on Tom Watson saving the country from Brexit by announcing the intention of a future Labour Government to remain in the SM, he is still under the very much mistaken impression that you have to be in the EU to be in the SM, he said it again this morning on the Peston show, but then it could all just be a question of semantics, A single market rather than THE single market. Or he could just be useless. Let's be honest, Corbyn wanted Britain to leave the EU and campaigned on that ticket, the same way that May campaigned to remain. Maybe they should swap jobs?
There is no truth in this at all, and is not just misleading, but a misrepresentation of the truth and of reality. How will they explain the eventual outcome when the time comes? Oh yes, as always, blame the EU. The EU that were just going to roll over because we are Britain and we sent them a jar of Marmite and a quarter of PG Tips. This truly is worthy of an episode of The Thick of It.
THe much trumpeted cabinet reshuffle was something of a damp squib, with only the further exposure of May's lack of power over her own party. But then it has been pointed out, that May's sidelining of bright young talents from positions of relative power was because she fears a leadership challenge and would rather cling on to power by fighting Johnson, Gove at al. So, a PM charging unprepared into the most important negotiations in modern history, put her own position of power before what is good for the country?
Thing is, its not too hard to imagine that being the truth.
Naughty Nigel Farrage has been saying that Brexiteers have been losing the argument over Brexit, that remainers are forcing debate. Only partially true, all we are doing is pointing to reality and asking the Government what they are going to do about it. Of course, if the ultra-Brexiteer has stayed in "frontline" domestic politics by remaining leader of UKIP and leading this fight, rather than retire to front a talk radio show in London instead. But he's still an MEP and will trouser a hefty pension no matter what, but then he has been found guilty of falsely claiming expenses and will have to replay £35,000 to the EU. So is his about turn on a 2nd referendum a pitch to keep the UK in the EU so he could continue to pocket his EU salary? Again, not impossible to imagine that being the reason.
Yesterday, new rules came into force meaning companies could not impose charges onto credit card payments. The PM crowed about that "We" had brought about this money saving initiative. But it was then this was an EU forced change and nothing to do with May or her Government. So, today, her spokesman admitted that the "we" referenced was we meaning the EU28. Bloody undemocratic EU coming over here, saving us money and looking after our rights.
Liam Fox has been to Turkey on his round the world trip to drum up trade deals. Yes, that is Turkey, the same country that the Leave campaign used to frighten the electorate about the 35,000,000 brown muslims having rights to come and live here, opening kebab shops. You really have to admire his brass. Any such trade deal with a country like Turkey would require us to offer that country easier travel and working here; like India is wanting. But that's OK as that is taking back control.
And the UK and Spain have been discussing the future of Gibraltar; no news on what they discussed, but bear in mind 96% of those living there wanted to remain, but will also be forced to the leave the EU with the rest of UK. I'm sure its nothing to worry about, as we have our crack team on the job. Over to you, Boris.
And the Chancellor is still thinking Britain can get some deal that includes financial services, despite being told it is impossible. Maybe by pretending to be stupid, they think the EU will cave in due to pity.
And for those of you still harbouring hope that that nice Mr Corbyn will ride along on Tom Watson saving the country from Brexit by announcing the intention of a future Labour Government to remain in the SM, he is still under the very much mistaken impression that you have to be in the EU to be in the SM, he said it again this morning on the Peston show, but then it could all just be a question of semantics, A single market rather than THE single market. Or he could just be useless. Let's be honest, Corbyn wanted Britain to leave the EU and campaigned on that ticket, the same way that May campaigned to remain. Maybe they should swap jobs?
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