Squealing Primates

Since Tumbledown Tessie has spent her entire prime-ministerial martyrdom being pulled between the Brexit baboons and the Euro-appeasers, she will no doubt find comfort in the fact that two of her life's great moral guides are warbling from exactly the same hymn-book. The Trumpster administration and the Church of England have both been moved to consider that burning ethical dilemma of our times, the question of what consenting adults do with their rude bits; and both are mired in owlish cogitation as to what sanctions should best be imposed upon those who fail to accord due attention to the ravings of various Iron Age hate preachers. The dead-eyed warden will no doubt be glad of this heavenly guidance for the future: although rational planning is economically heretical, politically North Korean and not at all how a lily or a sparrow would behave, she can hardly be unaware that it is always prudent to plan the next witch-hunt while the present one is still going on, and that if present trends continue Britain may soon run out of wogs.