It’s a funny old world, isn’t it? Well, at least it’s a funny old UK.
This morning, while everyone was wittering on about snow, Boris (the bus) Johnson, the UK’s esteemed Secretary of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs took to the air to tell us that the Irish situation was a piece of cake (which he was going to eat and to have all at the same time).
“We think that we can have very efficient facilitation systems to make sure that there’s no need for a hard border, excessive checks at the frontier between Northern Ireland and the Republic.
“There’s no border between Islington or Camden and Westminster, there’s no border between Camden and Westminster, but when I was mayor of London we anaesthetically and invisibly took hundreds of millions of pounds from the accounts of people travelling between those two boroughs without any need for border checks whatever.”
So that’s Northern Ireland settled then. No need for any further thought on the subject (probably just as well!). Boris is going to initiate a congestion charge.
Well, next, I noticed that Andy Burnham was complaining on radio about the lack of investment in “The North”. By the way, it’s interesting that people who told us that we were one great happy family of a nation in the UK, still refer to Newcastle as the North East and Manchester as the North West, despite them being, well, in the south!
Anyway, he pointed out that Scotland has a representative on the Cabinet Committee that is making what passes as “plans” for Brexit (y’know, all these congestion charges) but “the North” does not.
Because he was being interviewed by the very second-rate Robinson, he got no challenge on that. But I’d be interested to know which one of the Tories Andy thought represented Scotland, and where he or she was sitting in the cabinet room. I’m damned if I can see him/her. Maybe it was Fluffy and he was polishing their shoes under the table.
And I notice that Jeremy Hunt won a humanitarian award at an event which he helped organise. I’m not sure what to say about that, except that, call me thick if you will, but “Humanitarian” and “Hunt” aren’t words I’d normally associate with each other or indeed expect to see in the same paragraph. But in a world where the Saudis were chosen to chair a UN committee on Human Rights, anything is possible, I guess.
But, not everything is depressing. Indeed, this is cheering. Jacob Rees Mogg has developed a social conscience. He’s worried sick, poor soul, about the poor being denied the benefits of Brexit.
Ross Thomson has a blog.
Well now. Hasn’t that just brightened your day?