mayday, mayday...

I’m no supporter of Mrs May(!), but I’ve grudgingly admired(?) her perseverance, determination and sheer bloodymindedness in attempting to pursue what she saw as an appropriate course of action to bring about a Brexit deal (as ridiculous and as misguided these CONSISTENTLY were!). She’s now being pressed by her Tory ‘colleagues’ to set a date for her resignation…
Well, if I was her, I would simply resign IMMEDIATELY and let ‘them’ sort out the mess themselves!
But, of course, that won’t happen… she’ll hang on for Trump’s visit and then the leadership contest will start in earnest on 10 June(!) – with the outcome likely to take a further TWO MONTHS before we get Prime Minister Johnson foisted upon us (someone, of course, in whose selection we mere mortals will have had no say whatsoever).
All this is happening at probably the most critical political period of my lifetime, when the UK has become the laughing stock of the world for its sheer incompetence (along with Messrs Trump and Farage – but, of course, these awful people can do absolutely ‘anything’ and get away with it). So, come party conference time, we’ll be faced with Mr Johnson lecturing the EU (who you will recall had granted the UK a Brexit delay until 31 October) and telling them in no uncertain terms that they could ‘stick’ their negotiations and that UK was going for a no-deal Brexit… SO THERE, YAH BOO!!
And UK business leaders will shake their heads in utter disbelief… and the pound will drop to unprecedented levels… and there will be empty shelves in the shops… and the NHS will run out of medicines… and austerity will continue (but be much, much worse)… but the likes of Mr Rees-Mogg will be thanking his lucky stars that he decided to move his City firm to Ireland.