Category honour in parliament

The Parrot Notes a Toad on the Hop

This stanza was written last night after I read that Mr Toad was about to head off to meet Mrs Merkel and Mr Macron, etc. And Mr Toad is going to tell them that the Irish back stop was “undemocratic” etc.

But today it turns out that there has also… Continue reading The Parrot Notes a Toad on the Hop

The Parrot Notes Mr Toad Grown Larger

Today, UK Law seems to have decided that it is not a penal offence for an accountable holder of public office, such as a member of parliament, to lie to or otherwise seek to mislead, a sovereign people. This despite the fact that all members of parliament have sworn an… Continue reading The Parrot Notes Mr Toad Grown Larger

The New Berserkers Take the Stage

Mr Toad and Mr Cummings having been making an impression. The “Remainers” are still stuttering and split. Can it get worse ?  It can. Mr Toad’s cunning plan has been to come out as a puffed up war lord, using his cabinet as his own personal commando unit. They wear… Continue reading The New Berserkers Take the Stage

The Parrot on Sanctuary

This piece looks back to when John Skelton wrote his poem “Speak, Parrot” in the sixteenth century. All these rhyme royal stanzas about Brexit I’m writing, refer to that poem, in one way or another. It is supposed that Skelton wrote it in the precincts of Westminster, where the medieval… Continue reading The Parrot on Sanctuary

Mr Toad Leapfrogs the Stars

Since his accession, Mr Johnson had been upping the ante with regard to a “No Deal Brexit” and spraying money here in there, as if Austerity had never existed.

But where was all that Tory money coming from, with our economy tanking ? What about these many years of austerity… Continue reading Mr Toad Leapfrogs the Stars

The Parrot Meets Mr Toad

This piece was written immediately after we heard that Boris Johnson had won the Tory leadership contest. The image of Mr Toad, a rather puffed up character in the children’s book “The Wind in the Willows” had already occurred to me.

The Tories seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of… Continue reading The Parrot Meets Mr Toad

The Parrot Studies the Human Brain

This stanza was written just minutes before it was announced that Mr B. Johnson, sacked twice in the past for being a liar, had just become Prime Minister of the UK. He had been elected to that position, not by the country, but by members of the Tory Party, some… Continue reading The Parrot Studies the Human Brain

The Parrot Keeps Asking

On the day this piece was written the nation was waiting to find out which of the two rival (Tory) candidates was about to take control of our nation, Hunt or Johnson. Both were hollow men, diddy men. Johnson was widely expected to get it, so no great surprise was… Continue reading The Parrot Keeps Asking

The Caged Parrot Watches the Demons Dance

This piece returns to a preoccupation of my own, concerning language. What is the point of writing, the point of taking a  position and then articulating it ?

And of course that leads to the question, why keep writing these stanzas, these mere words amid all the bizarre and frantic… Continue reading The Caged Parrot Watches the Demons Dance

Parrot on the Labour Die-Hards

Self-evidently, these are times of national crisis from which only the best of governments can rescue us. We do not have the best of governments and one still worse is coming. So it matters that Tom Watson cuts a rather lone figure in the Labour Party just now. What… Continue reading Parrot on the Labour Die-Hards

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