The men in grey suits have sent Theresa packing. The prospective new occupant of Number Ten Downing Street hopes that she makes a better job of leaving his new residence than she did of exiting the European Union.
The new occupant was a man on a mission. That mission was self-aggrandisement and if he managed to deliver Brexit along the way that would save him the bother of looking for a ditch to die in.
That man was Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson and he was self-evidently a man of the people. The millionaire Eton and Balliol-educated, former Bullingdon Drinking Club classicist of aristocratic ancestry had reinvented himself as a Eurosceptic Populist. It was a hugely successful reincarnation as the people, in the form of the 0.2% of the UK population who were Conservative & Unionist Party members, had overwhelmingly elected him to be their new party leader and by dint of the existing but shambolic minority Tory government bequeathed to him by Theresa, he gained the distinct bonus of becoming Prime Minister. If he was to believe his own PR puffery Boris had evolved into a legitimate card-carrying member of the proletariat by proclaiming his devotion to delivering ‘the will of the people.’
Now the meter was running and everything became turbo-charged as Boris had an oft-repeated commitment to deliver Brexit in the 99 days remaining before Halloween 2019.
Follow his progress and skirmishes with the EU; EC; ERG; EIIR; DUP; SNP and every other acronym known to humanity.
‘99 Days’ is the sequel to ‘Brexit – The Great British Break Off’ and similarly delivers political satire in the vein of ‘Yes Prime Minister’.
