It certainly didn’t take too long for the true colours of the new prime minister to fly at half-mast and with that supercilious smile beaming as Mistrust thought of a devious way of getting the party’s backers of billionaires and millionaires settled when the public thought Mistrust was doing something for them – fat chance!
Obviously it’s going to be the same game as before, Tories dragging their feet before anything tangible can be put into operation to help Joe Public pay their bills without having to lose their properties because of being penalised at default payment of mortgages!
As it so happens Eastbourne Gilbert and Sullivan Society are performing a fairy story on par with the government. Next year it will be Iolanthe when Strephon becomes a member of parliament and the Lord Chancellor in this case is rather gullible and is equal to a colander full of holes. Perhaps it reminds me of this government the Cons who have not kept to the manifesto of promises to help the people of the United Kingdom in their hour of need.
Today, the 1st October 2022, the price of electricity and gas has gone up and what has the present prime minister done – Sweet Fanny Adams, but then again, it is only to be expected. It is a three legged race – the Chancellor has tied his leg to the Prime Minister’s leg and they are racing down this Fairy Hill in Fairy Wonderland and the yellow tape of misery and hardship is in sight and printed on the tape is:- Interest Rates Could Go Up To 7.5%. saving the country from going completely bankrupt!
In Iolanthe, the Lord Chancellor has a nightmare on how he feels and this is part of his ballad:
‘You’re a regular wreck, with a crick in your neck, and no wonder you snore, for your head’s on the floor, and you’ve needles and pins from your soles to your shins, and your flesh is a-creep, for your left leg’s asleep, and you’ve cramp in your toes, and a fly on your nose, and some fluff in your lung, and a feverish tongue, and a thirst that’s intense, and a general sense that you haven’t been sleeping in clover; But the darkness has passed, and it’s daylight at last, and the night has been long – ditto my song- and thank goodness they’re both of them over!’
In real life, Chancellor – the nightmare is just beginning!
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