Will this end up in court?
Under the voting system - the electorate voted for a party not an individual.
Conservations I have held with senior politicians and civil servants (with this scenario in mind) suggest this is a legal grey area.
Kemi, why are you using some American example?
There’s a party right here in Britain that burnt through a staggering £184 million over the last 5 years only to see their national support halve from 39% to 20%.
Who was it?
Oh yes, the Tory Party!
“You can buy staff and advertising, but you can’t buy judgement or integrity.”
You lot have proven this beyond doubt!
You get off the train at Piccadilly, midday.
"Ah, smell that Manchester air!" you think to yourself, not recognising the smell of diesel. You don't linger in it for long, jumping straight into a taxi outside.
"No10 North, please!" you say with pride.
"Where!?" asks Ahmed, your driver.
"Heron House," you say. Ahmed stares blankly at you in the rearview mirror. "Slug & Lettuce, Albert Square" you say reluctantly, and the cab pulls off the rank.
The squalor of Piccadilly Gardens is a sight to behold. Feral gangs of ethnic teenagers dressed all in black on this sunny summer's day, drug dealers operating with impunity, illegal deliveroo riders scowling at passers by, leering at women like an unexpected meal...all of which you would have seen if you'd looked up from your phone. Luckily for you, you're busy. You've work to catch up on. The wifi was patchy on the train from London, so you've lost about two hours.
The cab pulls up at "The Slug", as you're sure you'll soon be calling it, and you begin to alight. Suddenly, you realise it's lunchtime! Honestly, where *does* the time go!?
"Where's the nearest Pret?" you ask Ahmed through the window.
"What?" he says.
"Nevermind. Thanks for the journey," you reply, opening your phone to check maps. Deansgate Pret is...90 seconds away!? That's almost two minutes! How do these savages live like this!? So much to be done for this area, what a good decision this venture was. Since you can't spare that sort of time, you'll have to order in.
You walk past security, using your lanyard as a shield and daring them to peruse it. Upstairs and you see the door, o that wonderful black door! How you missed it on the journey up. And behind it are all the familiar faces from London - phew! You've been in Manchester 6 minutes and seen absolutely none of that famous charm, so it's nice to see a friendly expression at last. "I'm doing a Just Eat order," you say, "who wants what?"
You go round the team, and half an hour later you're ready to check the order. "So it's chicken fajitas for Lydia, falafel wrap for Jeremy, Millie just wants an oat milk matcha latte and Benjamin you're fully immersing yourself in the culture with a couple of sausage rolls from Greggs, is that right?" And the order goes in. Quick, efficient, no-nonsense and authentically civil service.
You open your laptop to get down to business. Oh! Lunch is here! Fabulous, let's set work aside for a moment to check out the new breakout spaces. You enjoy a terrific meal while catching up on all the office gossip. But wait! Look at the time! It's almost 2! You really must dash for the train back.
"Sorry all, would love to stay, but I can't be late picking Arabella up from nursery debating club again"
You get in the nearest taxi and head back to Piccadilly. The traffic's worse than you thought - everyone up here must still be on their lunch break! You're going to have to change workplace attitudes in these parts. You make it onto your train with only 17 minutes to spare and sink into the plushness of your reserved first class seat, safe in the knowledge that you have redistributed power safely and effectively to the regions. You'll sleep well tonight.
@WillCalverleyUK Always find it distasteful publishing private notes. Should be a nice timepiece to keep and quite nice of him to make the effort, to be honest 🤷♂️