And All That Jazz

So the right honourable prime minister for the ‘couldn’t organize a pizz-up in a brewery’ party had her Brexit deal rejected for the 3^rd time… but undeterred, will probably bring it back for the 4^th time next week.

And then the left honourable leader of the ‘shadow of its former self’ party declared that it was a shambolic deal and a shambolic government and a shambolic prime minister and as soon as he could remember what his party’s latest shambolic plan was, he would propose it to the house... even
though it may well be shambolic too.

And then the right honourable leader of the ‘also lost a referendum’ party asked if the prime minister fully understood the problems that members had in getting a train back home on Friday afternoons… and declared that the prime minister had no concept of how difficult it would be for constituents to get their washing dried if the UK exited the European Union.

And then the very ancient, but still right honourable leader of the ‘forever condemned to the wilderness’ party asked if a referendum concerning Brexit had ever been put to the British public. If it was, he was sure they would have rejected it.

And then the right honourable leader of the ‘still fighting the battle of the Boyne’ party declared that they would never vote for a deal that allowed the unwashed catholic hordes from the south to invade
and abuse their womenfolk and steal their children.

And then the right honourable member from ‘posh plonker’ land declared that he wouldn’t vote for the deal because people from state schools were as thick as two potted plants… and further stated that he was far too superior to consider voting for any deal that he himself hadn’t introduced.

And then the right dishonourable member from ‘bull in a china shop’ land declared that since the right honourable prime member had offered to resign, he now gave the deal his full blessing… even though he himself had no designs on leadership of the party.

And then the unelected (possibly still right honourable) representative of the European Union declared that there was a special place in hell for any Europeans who were considering voting for the UK in the forthcoming ‘European Song Contest’.

Meanwhile… in merrie olde England, Scotland, Northern Ireland and Wales… most folks will probably get up in the morning and get about their business.