Proper PPE not
I hope Boris gets well and comes back on a mission to give health service staff decent protective clothing, writes Kevan Christie
Had a couple of days off this week folks, nice to recharge the batteries while patrolling the manor and hitting the daily 10,000 steps target.
Thankfully, I didn’t miss much news, other than the resignation of Scotland’s Chief Medical Officer and the Prime Minister being taken into intensive care – things had been rather quiet on the health front…
A quick check to make sure Germany hadn’t reinvaded the Sudetenland in a rerun of the Second World War and I hunkered down to my brief as top news hound at Hootsman central, reporting live from my Crossgates ‘man cave’.
At one point, it looked like we might lose the PM to coronavirus and he’s still not out the woods – but regular updates from Aunty Beeb told us he was in “good spirits” as opposed to feeling a bit sorry for himself because he was requiring oxygen to breathe. My sources tell me Laura Kuenssberg has been placed on standby to greet Boris as soon as he gets the all clear and is going to present him with a bottle of Shloer white grape juice and a quarter of sports mixtures – the good ones with the black liquorice – on behalf of a grateful nation.
The thought of him dying was a bit overwhelming, not least when you consider the box of doughnuts who’d be left to scrap it out for his spot at Number 10.
Take away Boris and the Tories are a bit like Blondie minus Debbie Harry with Dominic Raab on bass.
His faults are many and varied, he’s a cad and a bounder or a “nasty piece of work” as once described famously in an interview by Eddie Mair, which I thought was a bit harsh. But on a purely superficial level, I like his sense of humour and modern-day Flashman persona although I realise, like everyone does, that he’s in it for himself.