Category The State of the Labour Party

Jez in a Cage

Jez remains the issue. We have just passed through the Summer Solstice and the Tories are still immersed in their leadership contest to decide the UK’s next disastrous Prime Minister. Last week was all about the Tories, fighting over their lies and fantasies and then that fight in a London flat, and so on. But the real question mark hangs… continue reading

Jez Holds the Bridge

For days now, the Tories have been capturing the UK headlines with their exercise to find a new leader, who will also be the nation’s Prime Minister at this fraught and crucial time in our history. Today, mid-summer, with just Hunt and Johnson left in the competition, and with Johnson way ahead, we are moving towards some kind of exquisite… continue reading

The Old Boy Rattles On

There was a demonstration in London on Tuesday. The baby Trump balloon was present, raging in its nappy, hanging overall. And the Boy Jez went along as well and made a rousing speech about how wrong everything was.… continue reading

He Speaks of Brexit as a Raging Fever

This was written on the morning of the EU elections, in which the Tories had been keen not to take part. The Guardian had described the day before as a “torrid day” for Theresa May and her resignation was now expected at any moment. Not a good day for the Tories to face an election. And towards the end of… continue reading

He Speaks of Selfies

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The Parrot on Fault-lines

This stanza was written on the day the Labour Party’s National Executive decided to support a second referendum on Brexit – but only in particular circumstances, all unlikely. Jez and a sufficient number of his adherents were clearly still keen on being seen to be “honouring” the result of the first referendum of 2016. That word “honouring” was deceitful, of… continue reading

The Parrot Still Amazed

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Jez and John and the Little Weed

There’s Jez and John and the Final Say. And there’s Bill and Ben and the Little Weed. Bill and Ben were Flowerpot Men and belong with Listen with Mother in the nurseries of the past, along with the Little Weed. And Jez Corbyn and John McDonnell ? Where do they belong ?… continue reading

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