The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

...And Then I Woke Up and Found...

Well, they went and did it. A floating haystack with a twit for a pendulum is now the mayor of London and the most powerful Conservative in Britain outside the Government after the editor of the Daily Mail. Appropriately, it appears he owes his victory to a doughnut.

The rest of the country seems to have done more or less what the Labour party did some months ago; namely, attempted to remedy the problems of Blairism by rejecting one Blairite in favour of another. Clearly there is something I am missing, some ineffable quality of suit, tie or teeth, which somehow makes Daveybloke's gallery of delta-minuses significantly more attractive to the electorate than Gordon Brown's gaggle of epsilons.

It is just possible that London may survive, if only because Daveybloke will wish to continue laying on the cuddliness until the Glorious Successor has lost the next general election along with everything else. Then again, having gained so much at the cost of little more than a bit of echt-Tony posturing and the small effort required to stand back and let New New Labour screw things up without yielding to the temptation of setting forth different policies, perhaps Daveybloke will decide he can afford to let Boris rip. This might be amusing, but probably only from orbit.

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