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cerberusia:

Current status of UK politics: that episode of The Thick Of It where Nicola’s stuck on a train and her ministers keep resigning.

In the spirit of this comparison, allow me to slightly paraphrase Mr. Malcolm F. Tucker:

You are not a grandee, you are a fucking “blandee”. No-one knew what the fuck you stood for. Political fucking mist, no substance, no weight. You’ve got all the charm of a rotting teddy bear by a graveside. And by the way, women fucking hate you. I can show you the polling. They think you come across like a jittery mother at a wedding. The best thing you ever did in your flat-lining non-leadership was call for a hard Brexit, because it will fuck the government and it will fuck you. Now, please, just fuck off back to your home, you headless frump, and prepare for your column in Grazia.