Given that we are told that we are supposed to keep at least a meter between us, why on earth is the English health secretary standing so close to this woman. He’s clearly making her feel uncomfortable because she moves away from him and then puts her bag between them.
And don’t even look at his trousers.
What an utter creep!
Still, it inspired me to find some good music.
…SO HOW CAN WE BELIEVE ANYTHING THEY SAY, EVER?
The question is, are they liars, are they as thick as cow dung or do they assume that we are?
Theresa May is in Glasgow today, with only a marginally larger crowd than Mr Corbyn managed to draw in Perth, telling Nicola Sturgeon to get on with the day job running schools and hospitals while she occupies herself with more important matters.
But it seems that rather than holding Mr Trump’s hand, coz he can’t do stairs, she might like to look at the state of her own schools and hospitals.
And while she is at it, she might like to take a quick glance in the direction of her police forces (here and here) and prisons and what ails them.
Mrs May might do well to heed her own advice and get on with running England’s public services which have been allowed to rattle down under Tory and Liberal mismanagement.
As far as I know she hasn’t come up to tell us we’re racists.
After the sycophantic interview with the BBC, where Union Jackie Bird seems to beg her to refuse Nicola Sturgeon the right to call a referendum, she probably thinks she’s on safe ground in this country.
Still, I see Ken Dodd got a Knighthood. So that’s alright. We can all be tickled!