On 24th July this year, Boris Johnson became Prime Minister.
Due to a job that ate up a lot of my hours, I had not been blogging here: but in August, as things turned both weird and strange and complicated in UK politics around Brexit, I began clarifying things for myself by writing longer and longer posts on Facebook, initially just for my friends and then later as public posts as friends asked if they could share or link to them.
After a few weeks, a friend contacted me and said that he would like to be able to thank me for my work explaining Brexit shenanigans to him more clearly than any other source had been able to: and did I have a tipjar or something?
Well, I didn’t.
But I thought about it, and realised that I was squeezing these FB posts into short spaces of time between work and sleep, and it would be great to be able to clear some hours to listen to Parliamentary debates in real time, factcheck, and write about Brexit without one eye on the clock getting ready to leave for work.
Another friend contacted me, after a busy week in October, to ask if I would post these Facebook writings somewhere he could more easily link to them. And I thought: I should go back to this blog.
I’m about to post, backdated to the day I posted them on FB, all of the Brexit for coffee essays I’ve written since August.
All of them will for convenience be tagged Brexit for Coffee, as well as other more rational tags.
I will in future try to keep this blog better updated.
And here’s a poem I adapted for Boris Johnson on 23rd July:
(Not quite by A. A. Milne)
de Pfeffel de Pfeffel de
Care of his Brexit
Though he was only three.
Said to his Brexit,
“Brexit,” he said, said he;
“You must never slow steal to the end of no deal, if
you don’t slow steal with me.”
Put on a golden spiel,
Drove to the end of no deal.
“I’ll easy slow steal to the end of no deal and prorogue in time for tea.”
Put up a notice,
“LOST or STOLEN or STRAYED!
SEEMS TO HAVE BEEN MISLAID.
LOST TORY MAJORITY
HE TRIED TO SLOW STEAL TO THE END OF
NO DEAL – TOTALLY UNTOWARD!
(Commonly known as Al)
Not to go blaming him.
Said to his Brexit,
“Brexit,” he said, said he,
“You must never slow steal to the end of no deal with-out consulting me.”
Hasn’t been heard of since.
Was not sorry,
Nor was Corbyn or Liz.
(Somebody told me)
Said to a man she knew:
“When lying bastards become Prime Minister, well, what can anyone do?”
(Now then, very softly)
is a sentimental
lying bastard not fit to be Prime Minister.