A Boris future? Pass me the blindfold
children sleeping on hospital floors.
Meanwhile, Comrade Corbyn promises to pour borrowed billions into the NHS and nationalise the world and his granny while planning breakfast with terrorists on the lawn of Buckingham Palace come December 13th, erm, probably. It’s a tough call. There are so many distractions.
Boris is hiding in plain sight while dodging every difficult question (and difficult question master) with buffoonery and bluster, yet almost no scrutiny.
When asked by a mum on his brief visit to Sunderland
about why the Tories have been setting up fake websites and pouring funds into Google’s pocket to undermine Labour’s election campaign he replied with typical attention to detail: “I haven’t the foggiest,” he said. Next question.
Corbyn on the other hand appears to answer honestly and is torn apart at every turn. He doesn’t watch the Queen’s Speech at Christmas, has wonky glasses and, heaven forbid, wouldn’t press the button to launch a nuclear strike. Surely all positives?
One of which can be solved by my girlfriend’s Specsavers offer (and I don’t mean new specs will help him locate that big red armageddon button).
Corbyn’s concern for the NHS is understandable, if only for the fact that he’s going to need it to remove all the knives from his back.
As for privileged Johnson, you’d be forgiven for thinking he had never needed the NHS in his life. He has.
The question was posed to him in an interview a few weeks ago and, after some delay, he revealed that he remembered going to hospital after cutting his foot.
“I was at a barbecue,” he said, “When I stood on a broken cafetiere and was taken to hospital for treatment.”
It begged the question: “Who takes a cafetiere to a barbecue?”
The question was never asked. Like I said, no proper scrutiny.
Anyway, I’m putting that spectacle offer on hold until after the election. Depending on the result, I’m not sure I’d like to see the futures on offer with such clarity.
Do Specsavers do blindfolds?