I was watching all the comings and goings last night. Both Sky and the BBC seemed to be lapping up the fact that Boris had been thwarted. The most unbiased reporting was on CNN of all places.
But then I got bored of it all. Politicians both leave and remain. Labour, Tory and Liberal. That snivelling little wretch Bercow. All of the flag waving twats on college green on both sides, especially that loud-mouthed turd who's only use of the English language is to boom out 'Stop Brexit' and a bloke I'd love to punch in the face. All of them. It's a fucking game to them. I swear a lot of them do it just to be in the limelight.
So I switched channels. What will be will be. Our country a laughing stock and run by self-serving imbeciles. I'm past caring because they don't.
And I found that my team, Essex, were playing in the quarter-finals of the T20. I've been on holiday in Northern Ireland for a week and I hadn't realised they'd even qualified. They were so far adrift in the league stages it must have been a turn-around of Tevez-Gate proportions. And I'm not really a fan of this form of the game anyway. A bit of a traditionalist me and imo it's the reason our test batsmen throw in the towel when an Aussie bowler with the sheer audacity to have two arms and two legs bowls straight at anything over 50mph. Stokes excepted of course.
I also have a new friend.
I was in NI (and not one person mentioned back-stop btw) as my son is a massive fan of Game of Thrones. A lot of it was filmed there so we did the tour amongst lots of other things. Like having lunch at the most bombed chippy in the world, but I digress. As the coach arrived back outside City Hall, our guide informed us that dotted around the country were a number of doors that held some sort of significance in the series. And one just happened to be in a pub round the corner. In true Irish fashion she invited us to see it. With a pint or four of the black stuff naturally.
It was a bit of a let-down tbh but the evening wasn't and later on I made acquaintance with my new friend called Bushmills. And as Essex chased down an unlikely total I poured myself a large glass.
They made it. And it occurred to me that if you have pantomime on TV at least make it entertaining.
So as he smashed the winning six wearing his yellow pyjamas, I knew right then that Ravi Bopara, aside from being a fine cricketer, would also make a better politician than the fucking lot of them.