Oi Angie, pass the Duchy from the left-hand side

BrEAKiNG NEWS: Woman you’ve never heard of is reshuffled out of a job you didn’t know she had, then promoted into another job you didn’t realise existed. that appears to be the sum of the story obsessing the Boys in the Bubble yesterday in the wake of last week’s elections.

Aside from the tiresome Wee Burney circus north of the border, of course.

Max headroom obviously decided that his deputy, a bovver-booted teenybopper called Angela rayner, should carry the can for Labour’s humiliation.

But since he couldn’t sack her altogether because his number two is directly elected by the membership, he stripped her of her role as party chairman and campaign co-ordinator.

When rayner’s supporters on the Left kicked off in anger, he ‘promoted’ her to the exalted position of Shadow Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster. the handful of people who may vaguely have heard of the Duchy of Lancaster probably think it’s something to do with Prince Charles’s organic food range.

Maybe Angie Baby has been put in charge of the biscuits for Shadow Cabinet meetings.

pass the Duchy from the lefthand side!

Frankly, who cares what happens to rayner, a coarse class-warrior best known, if at all, for shouting ‘ scum’ at the tories in the Commons and taking the knee alongside Starmer in supplication to the Black Lives Matter mob.

That she is considered to be indispensable by Labour’s dominant Leftist faction tells you all you need to know about the quality of the talent in her Majesty’s Official Opposition.

Looking down the gallery of nonentities caught up in the reshuffle, the only one i recognised was Nick Brown, an old trades union bruiser i used to see propping up the bar at conferences. that was back when Labour still mattered, before the intolerant metro-wokerati turned it into an irrelevant, identity obsessed student protest movement which holds the decent people it pretends to represent in utter contempt.

Naturally, there have been recriminations after last week’s dismal performance, but i simply fail to understand why so much airtime and newsprint has been devoted to this self-indulgent navel gazing.

in what sane universe is a rearrangement of the deckchairs by the leader of a party which has just hit an iceberg, and is holed below the waterline, considered by radio and tV news editors to be the most important thing that has happened in the world all weekend?

At least Wee Burney is trying to precipitate a genuine constitutional crisis, though to be honest most of us — in England, at least — are heartily sick of the sight and sound of her.

Quite why the broadcasters feel they must subject those of us outside Scotland to every cough and spit from this ghastly toytown monomaniac is beyond me.

From what i can gather, outside of the SNP ultras and their media muppets, nobody in Scotland has any great appetite for another divisive indyref slanging match, either.

Can’t we just enjoy a period of silence from the political class? Since Covid reared its ugly head 15 months ago, we’ve had politicians in our faces 24/7.

Now that the pandemic is effectively over, can’t they just give it a rest for five minutes.

the country’s opening up, people are going back to their offices, we’ll soon be free to cast off our masks and sit inside pubs and restaurants, and travel abroad, as the last restrictions are lifted in time for the summer holidays.

So why not just let us get on and enjoy it?

Fat chance. they’re already gearing up for a by- election in Batley and Spen, following the election of tracy Brabin as West Yorkshire mayor. (those brownies she was handing out obviously did the trick.)

AND Boris is planning to repeal the Fixedterm Parliaments Act, so he can capitalise on his recent spectacular success and call an early General Election in 2023.

As Brenda from Bristol might say: ‘Not another one!’

that means that from the beginning of next year, the parties will be on a war footing.

Since the Scottish independence referendum in 2014, there’s been no escape. We’ve had the Brexit vote, three General Elections and numerous local elections.

it wouldn’t be so bad if the politicians accepted the outcomes. But we had to suffer three years of remainers trying every dirty trick in the book to overturn the Brexit vote. in Scotland, the SNP has never accepted the 55-45 ‘once in a generation’ result in favour of staying in the UK.

Wee Burney is again cranking up confrontation designed to force a second referendum.

On top of that, just as we are about to cry freedom from Covid, and are finally preparing to escape the daily haranguing from ministers and scientists, we can look forward to another General Election just over the horizon.

the depressing prospect of wallto-wall politics stretches out in front of us, with no end in sight.

So, for now, it shouldn’t be too much to ask for a bit of a rest from the political class, at least until Parliament resumes properly after the summer recess.

if they must pick the fluff out of the navel of a woman you’ve never heard of being moved to a job you didn’t know existed, let them do it in front of somebody who actually gives a damn.