Every cloud has a silly lining


There are certain important considerations we should bear in mind in the light of yesterday’s surreal events.

David Cameron is the youngest Prime Minister for 200 years.

Harriet Harman is the Leader of Her Majesty’s Official Opposition.

For the first time in sixty-five years, Liberal (Democrats) will be sitting on the Government benches.

Five is the most Cabinet seats a Liberal Party has had since 1921.

The Conservative Party has undertaken to have a referendum on the Alternative Vote (AV) system during this Parliament.

For one thing, this isn’t a proportional representation system.

For another, if brought in it would put the Tories in Opposition forever.

We have just experienced five days of kick, bollock and bunfight while two large Parties attempted to have violent sex with a small one. The attraction may well have been based on the fact that the small Party didn’t have any clothes on.

Every day of delay that passed weakened the case for a more representative voting system.

The Russian Federation’s foreign ministry issued a list of ‘important neighbours’ with whom it wished to improve trade. Britain was not included. It’s an easy mistake to make.

President Obama telephoned David Cameron immediately to state firmly that the Special Relationship will not change. Mr Cameron immediately went out and bought a jar of Jello.

But despite appearances to the diametric contrary, everyone is now putting Country before Party. Mr Balls put country before Party by insulting the LibDem negotiators. Mr Clegg did it by talking to both rapists at once. Mr Brown did it by resigning at the very time most likely to spoil the Coalition talks. Messrs Campbell and Mandelson did it by rubbishing everything about that Coalition, and predicting its imminent demise. The Right Wing of the Tory Party did it by briefing against everything Liberal Democrat. Ming Campbell did it by totally misjudging the state of the talks. And now Slog fan Duncan has done it by referring to the new Government as ‘an exceedingly sad, Bullingdonian, old Etonian set of utter twats’.

You see, at the end of the day, nobody does the pulling together thing quite like the British.