Sunday Sketch

A sense of sadness pervades me this weekend.  Just a cloud of sadness which I hasten to add is not to taken as  feeling sorry for myself, but sad for reasons such as this country and the downward spiral that we are  in where we  will one day have a powerless government because the  judges will have taken over.   We are not so very far off this.

A virus with a name that  is nothing more than a cold or flu and may thin out a few elderly people  has made the whole  the world go mad (except for me and Boris Johnson and Donald Trump (I've got nothing to lose,  you think this about me anyway). The sooner it has spread everywhere the better and then life can return to normal and we can travel, keep schools open, stop isolation for a cold that we haven't got and stop wiping our noses on our sleeves.

Priti Patel is not going to lose her job, please be to God pour forth, I beseech thee,  because of some over paid civil servant 30 years in his job who doesn't like being told what to do by an Asian Indian female minister after he didn't like being told what to do by Roland Rudd's sister when Roland was such a sweety for the Labour Party  and was finally  pissed off  that he didn't get  Diane Abbot or Emily  Thornberry to play ball with him.     The sooner he goes the better and let him go to an employment tribunal and cry his eyes out.  Plenty of people do it everyday for not being given vegan rights to decree what the company pension scheme  is  to be invested in  or making the wrong gestures behind the photocopier or having a door opened for them which is sexist, so go for it Rutnam, you don't look like the sort of man who would be behind the photocopier, although on second thoughts it was usually the  pathetic, weedy men like you who lurked who didn't get enough at home.