Strike Two!

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Well, the shires are starting to make their voice heard at last. After the thick end of two hundred years, Shropshire North - Tory since The Great Reform Act of 1832 - passed to another party for the first time in the modern democratic era. Even Doris Pooh seemed mightily deflated and unable to offer us his usual 'let's wing it and see' schtick. His customary response would have been to try and capitalise on Labour's poor performance in the poll, but the wind genuinely seems - temporarily at least - to have left his sails. One wonders what was said behind the closed doors of Torydom last night, after the count was over. With the House in recess, we'll have to wait a while before we see how he gets out of this scrape.

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  1. Steve17 December 2021 at 14:50

    I think this demonstrates 2 things; 1) There is now some disillusionment in the Tory ranks with Boris and his cronies both in terms of the post Brexit lack of promised gains and with their chaotic messaging and handling of Covid measures, and 2) I think it represents a change in voting strategies of the non-Tory electorate. This by-election has demonstrated the power of tactical voting where one party has what on paper appears to be an unassailable majority. It also serves to prove that every vote can really count. I can only hope that this realisation becomes more recognised in future elections and thereby herald some real change in the political make up of our country.

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  2. Joe Stoner18 December 2021 at 15:33

    I think that the cause is amply illustrated in the piccie: empty keg=PUB!
    Stroke one for pub culture!:))

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