|LETTERS FROM LONDON
|REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL
21 May 2016
|Boris Goes Bananas
Oh Boris. The future of your maniacal PM appropriation plans are looking
dimmer and dimmer. Did I say dimmer? Not dumber? OK. I’m going for dimmer
I’d lost the will to live – and vote, but a recent utterly embarrassing event has got
me re-interested in the EU referendum – for the minute that is. But first….
I dread having to mention this as it went viral – oh you know – Boris’ outrageous
– dim and dumb - likening the EU to Hitler’s plans for domination of the
continent. Oh yawn – not another Nazi reference. Oh stop. Stop! No more
references to Hitler, Nazis, Nazi Germany. We know the story.
Must we remind buffoon Boris that Adolf wanted a massive, all-encompassing
Germany – not a united Europe? This is the same Boris who prides himself on
his knowledge of classical history – and certainly Eurovision. Boris recently
sang a bit of Ode to Joy in German. Really.
Seriously, have you noticed how Boris is morphing into The Donald? Separated
at birth? Well possibly. Boris was born in NYC wasn’t he. Oh let’s not ignore the
hair. Oh then there’s the language: “bamboozle the public… banana republic…it
stinks to high heaven”. Blimey! This is from Boris! And surely you assumed it
was The Don.
Clearly Boris has gone bananas! Wait. There is a reference here, not just an
observation. “I think the most important thing is that everybody should cut out the
synthetic outrage about things I have said, and stick to the facts.” You know BJ
isn’t as stupid as his farcical act. You know he is ruthlessly ambitious, but we
are getting increasingly bored with it all. Aren’t we?
Here’s the banana bit. On the campaign trail Boris announced that rules set by
Brussels stop people buying bananas in bunches of “more than two or three”.
Erm. “…stick to the facts” Boris? Aren’t you beginning to think Boris is –
bonkers? mental? mad? insane? not just desperate? “It is absurd that we are told
you cannot sell bananas of bunches of more than two or three bananas. You
cannot sell bananas with abnormal curvature of the fingers.” What?! Are you
keeping up here?
Do you reckon he was serious? If he was joking, it was not in any way amusing
was it? Competing with The Donald? We know Boris demands absolute media
attention and The Donald has certainly been beating Boris in the game of
attention-seeking. After all, The Don does rape and racism; Boris does bananas.
PM Dave and wanna-be PM Boris have been playing out their very public
attempts to panic the voters: ‘I’m in, you’re out!’…‘My hair’s way cooler than
yours!’ They have done WWII vs WWIII but now they have actually surpassed
their persistent schoolboy antics.
The actual event that reinvigorated my interest in the referendum – for the
minute - was when Boris literally tried to grab a document from CallMeDave’s
tight little hand. “What’s all this? Let me see!” Blimey! You are reading this right.
CMD refused to relinquish his private, precious notes. What happened next?
You couldn’t make this up no matter how hard you tried. They tussled – they
wrestled – they tugged across the table to obtain control of the papers. No!
Really! Middle-aged Tory toffs acting out their Bullingdon Club student days. Oh
boys. Oh boys. Tut tut. You look like right idiots. Oh right. Leave out ‘look like’
and insert ‘are’.
Apparently adamant, raging, ferocious in their referendum positions, didn’t the
boys hold the opposite views before they became teeth-gnashing pitbulls or am I
dreaming? I’m certain they did, but then, I am having a nightmare.
I Say Hello, You Say Goodbye
Hello Peggy. Goodbye Peggy. Hello Pat! Goodbye Pat! Irony alert: Pam St
Clement actually begged and begged the writers not to kill her off. Did they
listen? Obviously not. Was she thrilled to be back? Yes she was. Were we? Yes
we were. A pity they didn’t listen to her/us. We miss Pat.
Hello Grant. Goodbye Grant. Ross Kempt is coming back to do a few more
episodes so he has said. Hello Sam. Goodbye Sam. Danniella Westbrook was
written in for more episodes, but after ‘acting out’ – insisting on bringing her 23
year-old boyfriend on set, arriving at least two hours late twice; it’s goodbye
Sam. Get outta her pub! Sorry – really.