A summary a la Bob and Ray
It was that wonderful year in which the British voters and their even more comically gifted parliamentary representatives managed to bring to life and then perform over and over again LIVE and on stage exaggerated adaptations of several of the most brilliant satiric skits first put by the great Monty Python troupe. Leaving that crew in the dust they brought together a bevy of characters beyond the imagination of the Pythons. Who could invent such wonderland creatures as the mad hatters who demanded the liberation of their brave and threatened kingdom from their slummy neighbours who were hunkered down in Brussels, Belgium of all unimportant places.
When they actually won the vote for a breakaway independence by the slightest of margins, having lost by the largest in their colonial outposts in Scotland and Northern Ireland, not to mention Gibralter, the leader of the hatters and his merry revolutionary men acted with remarkable speed when they began to get the news that their declaration of independence from the nasty Europeans appeared to be succeeding. Never having imagined that possibility, their leader and his unrobinhoody band ran for the hills after someone must have told them of the problems they would be facing on the island of Ireland and Northern Ireland , and the existence of custom unions across the English Channel and the chunnel to France. And the leader of it all disappeared and was never seen agin. Okay this is only true in the Trumpian sense, as we actually did see Sir Robin today on the BBC, as he began to strike out on a run in his bathing costume through the streets of London. Not even the Pythons could come up with that for a display of bizarre chutzpah.
And now the stage was really set for chivalric disaster as they named a fearless and brave female warrior to defend their new borders and after more than two unarthurian years of agonizing behaviour yelled out against her heir from their secure halls of power, they threw their fearless female warrior princess right under the bus with a shocking crescendo of linguistic shabbiness. If you think this is the end of a miserable tale, think again. On the very next day they asked her to go back out onto the field of battle and take on the dragon again. again. Now they had confidence in her. And they didn’t even apologize. nAnd she said she would gve it another go. Bully on her but no one seems to think this will all have a happy end at the end of March, when the end must happen.