Good God, Churchill continued to work well past retirement age, despite the drinking that would have put Stalin down. Eden was a functional drug addict. MacMillan had to deal with his wife having a giddy old time behind her back but in full view. Many thanks to Netflix’s “The Crown” there for the history.
But through it all, there was none of that ‘now you see me, now you don’t see me’ malarkey.
Margaret Thatcher had been around for so long that we had begun to forget there was a time when she wasn’t around. She was the Snow Queen holding Narnia in her icy grip, until John Major, playing Mr. Tumnus, helped exile her. She was melting as she left Downing Street, or at least bleeding from her eyes.
Mr. Major stayed there for seven years and even found time to have fun with Edwina Currie, a notion that still shakes the nation today.
Tony Blair effected a serious ten-year change, before the Saturnian Mr. Brown came and went in just three years.
Since then, they’ve been pinging like some kind of Pinball PM game, carting from crisis to crisis until the lights flashed “Game Over.”
Cameron’s one dragged on for a bit, destroyed the country, then walked away humming a happy melody while the rest of us watched in dismay. Jester Mr Johnson played a major role in this premature end to a career as Prime Minister by stabbing his former pal in the back over Brexit.
There was Mrs. May, the one who looked like a slightly frightened praying mantis. She was three years old, then she too fell into the hands of the political assassin, Boris Johnson.
We finally had Boris, until he was stabbed in the back by, well, Boris Johnson, a man who looked like he wanted to be Prime Minister, but didn’t seem willing to work when he got there .
There were times when I looked at him wondering if he wouldn’t have been happier playing the role of a Prime Minister, say Churchill, in a hit TV series like The Crown, rather than to have to do the job of a real Prime Minister.
The boy couldn’t help self-sabotaging himself with parties, ghastly wallpapers and a relationship with the truth that could only be described as a “light touch”. There is no one to blame except Boris. He must have thought it was a sad day when the Conservative Party decided it couldn’t see past a few outrageous lies, a few major scandals and a complete lack of integrity.
Three o’clock in the evening by car from Downing Street. That’s a good old total. The man is a regular threat around prime ministers.
And now we have Liz Truss, a woman with all the sincerity and intellectual weight of a Hallmark ‘In Sympathy’ card and the serene demeanor of the St Trinians PE teacher who didn’t realize that girls distill gin in the gymnasium. .
Maybe we should have them wear name badges. I don’t know how long we’ll be out of this one.
For one thing, Johnson the PM Terminator is still on the loose, and I have a horrible feeling he’ll be back.