Get me out of here.....

 A week is a long time in politic's, and so the last month or two have flown by. I understand why Bonking Boris was forced to resign, but it ws a case of be careful what you wish for, as the elderly grey pound population from the home counties decided to choose his replacement.

Goodness me what must the new King have thought. A cross between Margaret Thatcher and Teresa May, takong hopefully the good bits from both. Sadly only the handbag reminded us of Maggie, and I struggle to remember any good bits Teresa May had.  So Liz Truss entered office, set a fe hares running and then decided she had bitten off rather more than she could chew. 

Trigger World mirth at the mess the UK was in. The poison dwarf AKA the gobbler, North of the border could not believe her luck and just as she was meant to stick the knife in, some transgender nonsense got in the way and she ended up fighting a battle she did not expect, right on her doorstep. One of her protagonists is well connected in the witchcraft community so it might not be a straight forward battle to win.

So what of Labour? Not since Tony Blair have they had a creditable leader to push home any advantage they have over the governing Conservative party., and so it proves again. I would have been inclined if I was Rushi Sumak to call a general election, pass the baton to Mr CPS and see how he and his brash Northern colleagues would do. He must so be relieved that did not happen.

Then, just as the Country needs a lift, Peter Kay announces he will be touring again, that al do, and that mad MP Matt Hancock decides to emigrate to Australis but gets the wrong connecting flight in Perth and ends up somewhere in the jungle with a Karma Chameleon, a dwarf throwing minor royal,(lucky Ellie Simmonds got turfed off Strictly) and a series of Z list celebrities  all ready to breath a sigh of relief as Matt looks forward to ten bush tucker trials on the bounce.

You couldn't make it up!!

Good game, good game.....

You get to know when Christmas is sneaking up on you. The television running order begins to be dominated by programmes, the format of which is decided by viewers preference.

The X -Factor must be the market leader in this particular category, so it is difficult for other networks to pitch against it and expect to do well. As a best effort, the BBC put their own celebrity tomfoolery fest, Strictly Come Dancing, on a tad earlier in the hope of maintaining the audience later into the evening. I doubt it works, and i do wonder how they continue to pay homage to the doddering old fool who comperes it.

Many years ago Bruce Forsyth was a marvellous performer in the old Victorian music hall traditions. He was multifaceted and as a result got many major roles in theatre and television.
He is best known for hosting Saturday Night at the London Palladium in the late 1950s and early 1960s, and hosting high profile game shows like The Generation Game, Play Your Cards Right and The Price is Right. All in all he had a long and successful career.

Not satisfied with that, however, he suddenly decided he should be Sir Bruce Forsyth, and started a very public and, to my mind, distasteful campaign to obtain his ultimate goal. He is a fairly ruthless individual on the golf course, where he takes the attitude that if he is playing everybody else should get out of his way, and he brought the same attitude to his knighthood campaign. He solicited the help of high profile friends and colleagues, and eventually in the 2011 Birthday honours list he achieved his aim.

Personally I think it stinks. I have always thought the award of an honour by the Queen should be something which surprises as much as rewards, and to be blatant about such a thing would immediately disqualify the person from ever receiving it.

Sir Bruce, however, got his award and he continues to crack puerile jokes and struggle to read his q- card every Saturday night, so at least those watching Strictly can see at first hand what a bumbling buffoon he has become. Didn't he do well!