May have seen PM at her best
ABNORMAL NORMAL
Unlike most people, it seems, I am actually in admiration of the Prime Minister I saw during her muchlambasted Tory party conference speech on Wednesday. Theresa May came across as warmer, and, dare I say it, more human than before. I like the PM I saw midweek, better than the robotic one I recall. Yes, she had a nasty cough – not her fault. Yes, there was a pathetic prankster – not her fault. Yes, the Tory slogan started falling off the wall behind her – not her fault. Despite it all, she got through the whole speech. She didn’t panic or fluster, a remarkable achievement, especially as she had a gloating Boris in her eye-line. She ad-libbed, cracked a joke and kept her head while all those around seemed to be losing theirs. Her energy cap policy is a good one, if it gets off the ground, as is her council – rather than social - housing pledge. Yes, she’s diminished within her own party, yes, there’s plenty of self-interested, career-before-country plotting, led by small, puffed-up unlikeables, afoot. But the last thing we need is an internal Government battle when there are so many important things to deal with: Brexit being top of the list. Who would you rather go into battle with, Theresa May? Or Boris? Theresa’s best for the job. I’m still not quite sure what her much-mentioned ‘British Dream’ is though. Jeremy Corbyn as Prime Minister, perhaps? Oh, that’s my dream. Sorry. What is ‘normal’ life for you? Mad morning rush, work, supermarket shop at lunchtime, back home, cook, watch telly, go to bed perhaps? In America, it’s a bit different. Asked to describe Stephen Paddock, the shooter who slaughtered 59 people in Las Vegas on Sunday night, a neighbour said: “He’s a pretty normal kinda guy, visiting all the gun shops in the area, stuff like that.” Aren’t you glad your normal is a little more mundane?