What fun to hear the Remoaners squealing

HAVEN’T stopped laughing since Boris bowled the Remoaners a short one which would have done Jofra Archer proud. Get that in the lower abdomen for a start, mate. Goodness knows how he’s managed to keep a straight face, pretending that proroguing Parliament is all about preparing for the Queen’s Speech. And nothing to do with making sure Brexit actually happens on October 31 — cross my heart, hope to die, stand on me, guv, my word is my bond. In the words of the McDonald’s advert: I’m lovin’ it! What an unbridled joy it is to see someone at last sticking it where it hurts to self-righteous Remoaners. It’s the kind of decisive gesture which Tungsten-tipped Brexiteers like me have been hoping for ever since 17.4 million of us voted Leave more than three years ago. Watch and listen to them squealing like stuck pigs. This is the same anti-democratic rabble who earlier in the week were planning to set up their own ‘People’s Parliament’ specifically to thwart the will of the people. Does that posturing pipsqueak Jean-Claude Bercow have any idea how absurd he sounds, whining about a ‘constitutional outrage’ — having bent every rule in the book to stop Brexit dead? Of course not. Oh, and by the way, how does Remain manage to rustle up a few hundred demonstrators at five minutes’ notice? Do they keep them billeted in a warehouse over the river from Westminster? It only goes to prove that Remain is largely a London metropolitan obsession. We’re not talking the Jarrow March here, are we? Still, does any of this mean that Brexit will happen on October 31, or that Boris won’t sell us out in exchange for some dodgy deal on the phoney Irish backstop? Nope. But enjoy it while it lasts.