The political theatre continues in full swing. Keen audiences, mostly the Westminster village, find it thrilling. Meanwhile there is a sense of drift in a county without either a functioning government or opposition. Perhaps Chilcot will liven things up on Wednesday. It may not be a good day for Blair.
Meanwhile Farage, having achieved his lifelong ambition to get Britain out of the EU, has decided to pack it in. He never managed to get elected to parliament, but my goodness it danced to his tune. Without Farage there would have been no referendum and no Brexit. Meanwhile the coup against Corbyn has clearly collapsed and the PLP, having blundered about and made a fool of itself, will now have to get a grip. The only reputation in Labour which has not been dented by this gross misjudgement by those who should know better is Corbyn’s. His as risen, among party members especially, but also in the country at large. As a rule people do not like to see a decent person vilified and bullied by lesser people keen to grab his star and they admire someone willing to tough it out.
That leaves the Tory party. Dear me. There is a lot of blood letting here for sure. And several candidates. It is good to see two are women. This blog thinks either would be fine. The boys have screwed up quite enough. We need another handbag.