‘Trump’ at No10 can’t be trusted

THE odds on a No Deal Brexit are shortening rapidly from the million to one chance Boris Johnson promised during his leadership campaign.

And with it, people’s fears are understandably growing.

Today we reveal how GPs are allowing their patients to stockpile vital drugs because of fears of shortages after Brexit.

You can’t blame the doctors. Or the patients. Long-term and life-threatening illnesses such as diabetes and epilepsy need a constant supply of medication.

And if that is likely to be disrupted you’d want to pack away as much as you can get.

There is now a Donald Trump in No10 as well as in the White House and nothing they say can be trusted.

So we have to examine Mr Johnson’s actions to find out what he really thinks.

The PM is now spending an additional £2billion on No Deal preparations – more than the extra he will give hospitals tomorrow.

So we know that if we really do leave the EU on October 31 he believes we are in for a bumpy ride.

Brexit has now destroyed two Tory PMs and if Mr Johnson gets this wrong he will be the third. But the sooner he is gone the better.

What a pity GPs can’t prescribe that remedy.

A SHABBY tent camp for the homeless in the PM’s Uxbridge constituency.

Well- heeled Tory ministers lining their pockets as landlords while charging taxpayers for their own rented accommodation.

These two contrasts sum up life in Boris Britain. The haves get more while the have-nots can go hang.

It might make financial sense for a minister to rent out his own property if he can live in another rent-free. But it is morally repugnant.

While this does not break any Commons rules, it takes the pee out of them. But why should they care?

These fat cats have made it inside the Boris tent. And they’ll never have to live in one.

CARRIE Symonds hasn’t done too badly for a roof over her head either.

The nation’s First Mistress has got the run of No10 and the flat next door above No11. On weekends she can paint her toes at Chequers.

But the Sunday Mirror hears she is prone to be a little butter-fingered, especially with passports. She’s understood to have lost three of them.

Perhaps best, Boris, to keep all those John Lewis glasses you had delivered last week out of your girlfriend’s reach.