My monologue to on The Times at One with Andrew Neil:
There are some images which come to haunt a government and its prime minister, which in retrospect become emblematic of their decline and fall.
Jim Callaghan’s unconvincing attempt to underplay the impact of the 1978/79 winter of discontent — from the sunny Caribbean.
John Major’s efforts to explain away sterling’s unedifying exit from the European exchange rate mechanism in the autumn of 1992 — which still stalked him when he lost by a landslide in 1997.
Theresa May insisting ‘nothing has changed’ — when clearly it had — and not to her benefit.
Boris Johnson’s bumbling attempts to justify Downing Street parties during the Covid lockdown.
Rishi Sunak calling an election in the pouring rain outside 10 Downing Street last summer.
And now Keir Starmer’s uncaring, self-referential performance at PMQs yesterday as a teary Chancellor Reeves sat behind in obvious turmoil.
Dark bags under her eyes, tears on her cheeks, a quivering bottom lip, a look of sheer exhaustion across her face. But none of that troubled Starmer.
He preened and pontificated at his patronising worst, batting away questions from Kemi Badenoch. When the Tory leader brought the Chancellor’s misery to his attention he affected not to notice.
He certainly offered her no comfort. He even refused to confirm she was secure in her job — that had to be prised out of him later in a BBC interview.
He went off on a riff about some arcane football memory — as politicians anxious to big up their pseudo-working class roots are prone to do these days — while his Chancellor struggled to hold it together.
Lad’s banter eclipsing a woman in distress.
Even as PMQs petered out and other MPs rushed to comfort Reeves, Starmer marched out of the chamber, not so much a look of concern, never mind a caring hug.
In the grand scheme of things, none of this might seem to matter very much. As he spoke sterling slumped and the cost of government debt soared — real events in the real world that could badly affect real people.
But people also remember the personal in politics, which can be as important as the policies. And their takeaway from yesterday — amplified in later broadcasts and in countless social media postings — will stay with them.
An aloof PM, too wrapped up in his own survival to reach out to a colleague in need. A robotic figure, unloved by the country or now even his own party, devoid of empathy. A knight of the realm for whom chivalry is a foreign country.
Starmer will not easily recover from any of this. The country’s fiscal position is dire after his various surrenders, a shedload of tax rises looming this October perhaps even on the same grand scale as last October.
Borrowing maxed out, interest rates stubbornly high, growth depressingly low.
Yet Labour now in thrall to its soft left which wants more borrowing, more tax to pay for more government.
Yesterday could mark the beginning of the end for Starmer and the government. It will not crumble overnight or even in weeks or months. But painful years ahead beckon in which the danger is things only get worse.
Yet this is not just about a Labour PM and a floundering government.
As I watched PMQs yesterday and looked at both frontbenches something dawned on me I had hitherto only vaguely perceived: we are now a country bereft of a credible or competent governing class on either side of the political divide.
Left, right and centre we lack the people and policies to tackle the gathering troubles of our times. As a result, as a nation we are rudderless and without purpose — adrift in a sea of troubles rather than in command of our destiny. And that will not easily or quickly be put right.
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The pension age scandal no one talks about! Manual workers in Scotland & the UK—builders, carers, factory workers—are often physically broken after decades of grueling labor. Bad backs, worn joints, chronic pain. Yet politicians, comfy in offices, keep pushing the pension age higher to "save money."
These workers deserve rest, not more years of struggle. Raising the pension age ignores their sacrifice and pain. It’s time for fairness—protect our workers, don’t punish them!
People should be able to retire fit and healthy and not broken …
This is a disgrace. How can a service you legally have to have, keep putting the price up? I started driving 18 years ago and it was £20 a month. https://t.co/RBXbjo2Nlm
Comedian @andrewlawrence brilliantly satirises the @metpoliceuk commenting on this Saturday's "exterminate the Jews, hate march."
"Anybody seen waving a Union Flag will be carted off to prison. We hope "you're not blowing up buses or tubes or children at Manchester pop concerts."
On November 7th, 1920, in strictest secrecy, four unidentified British bodies were exhumed from temporary battlefield cemeteries at Ypres, Arras, the Asine and the Somme.
None of the soldiers who did the digging were told why.
The bodies were taken by field ambulance to GHQ at St-Pol-Sur-Ter Noise. Once there, the bodies were draped with the union flag.
Sentries were posted and Brigadier-General Wyatt and a Colonel Gell selected one body at random. The other three were reburied.
A French Honour Guard was selected and stood by the coffin overnight of the chosen soldier overnight.
On the morning of the 8th November, a specially designed coffin made of oak from the grounds of Hampton Court arrived and the Unknown Warrior was placed inside.
On top was placed a crusaders sword and a shield on which was inscribed:
"A British Warrior who fell in the GREAT WAR 1914-1918 for King and Country".
On the 9th of November, the Unknown Warrior was taken by horse-drawn carriage through Guards of Honour and the sound of tolling bells and bugle calls to the quayside.
There, he was saluted by Marechal Foche and loaded onto HMS Vernon bound for Dover. The coffin stood on the deck covered in wreaths, surrounded by the French Honour Guard.
Upon arrival at Dover, the Unknown Warrior was met with a nineteen gun salute - something that was normally only reserved for Field Marshals.
A special train had been arranged and he was then conveyed to Victoria Station, London.
He remained there overnight, and, on the morning of the 11th of November, he was finally taken to Westminster Abbey.
The idea of the unknown warrior was thought of by a Padre called David Railton who had served on the front line during the Great War the union flag he had used as an altar cloth whilst at the front, was the one that had been draped over the coffin.
It was his intention that all of the relatives of the 517,773 combatants whose bodies had not been identified could believe that the Unknown Warrior could very well be their lost husband, father, brother or son...
THIS is the reason we wear poppies.
We do not glorify war.
We remember - with humility - the great and the ultimate sacrifices that were made, not just in this war, but in every war and conflict where our service personnel have fought - to ensure the liberty and freedoms that we now take for granted.
Every year, on the 11th of November, we remember the Unknown Warrior.
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them.
Greenpeace co-founder, Dr. Patrick Moore: "There is no definitive scientific proof… that CO2 is responsible for any of the slight warming of the global climate that has occurred during the last 300 years."
"But there is certainty beyond a reasonable doubt that CO2 is the building block for all life on Earth, and that without its presence in the global atmosphere… this would be a dead planet."
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@thecaddies7@BBCSportScot Listen to clancy’s excuse, he didn’t think Findlay was going to score wtf? Let the phase of play end and call it back if he doesn’t score. Fuck all to do with VAR, he blew the whistle before the ball hit the back of the net.