Still, Still Waiting...

The clock ticks, sonorous, lonely: the echoes reverberating against the inactivity in the halls of government - at least as far as the Sue Gray report goes. Sitting here writing this, the haar rolls over the tide-empty Menai Strait, obscuring Biwmaris and all beyond in a cold and barely-penetrable haze, acting in like manner as the ongoing scheme by Doris, the Non-Gov™ and the Metropolitan Police, to stitch up the British public once again over their own crimes and misdemeanours, burying them in a fog of their own creation.

The sad thing about it is, I fear that they might succeed in their nefarious endeavours: in fact we are all firmly stuck between a rock and hard place; if he stays, bad; if he is tested by a vote of confidence, he most likely will have enough support to remain - even badder; if this current can-kicking process continues, the longer it goes on, the less likely he is to be censured; if by some miracle, Ms Gray publishes the report in full anyway, we stand a chance of removing him by political and procedural force. I would not hold my breath or bet on that one.

Whatever we do or say to oppose all of this will increasingly be met with accusations of shrill politicking and avoidance of the more serious and pressing issues of the day (something ironically, that Doris and his Non-Gov™ are experts at). The polls might mean something - his grip on the Red Wall constituencies was always borrowed anyway - but polls, schmolls: they're invariably miles out, anyway. I just hope that more people are engaging more deeply now than they did hitherto and that, even if we have to sit out the carnage that this shower will inflict on us in the meantime, we'll kick them out at the next electoral opportunity, media spin willing.