In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

What a Funny Time to say Goodbye to the Chaos Maistro



So now, suddenly, it’s off with his head, the maestro, that shiny hate-filled spear-head of Brexit. He conducted his own removals, exiting through the front door of course, in full view of the cameras, delivering insult to the last. Not so long ago, a raucous parrot I know, a “bird of paradise” who insists on the liberty to speak, had some short, sharp comments to make on that genius familar perched on Mr Johnson’s shoulder (without whom our Mr Toadie thought he could not do). Here below are six of them (and they even rhyme) :