Having listened to half the debate, I zoned out due to the incompetence of Emily Mattias to curtail the arguments and waffle and her constant chatter over the cacophony emanating from those posturing waffling turkey cocks in suits.
I also hate the thumb over fist hand gesture adopted by all politicians when making a point.
I was really disappointed that Boris expelled so much hot air in his replies. Like a tin of Scottish mist, once opened, the buyer realises that they have been duped.
It's not a good feeling.
Visually, I feel Rory Stewart to be unpalatable but he was the more realistic of the dummies on display.
Now...if we could pick out the best qualities and more realistic aspirations and plans of each of the group and meld them into one MP, we might get somewhere. Until that day we just have to 'pray' for a miracle.
The backstop fiasco and intransigence of Barnier and co plus the cotton candy ideas about taxation which might smell sweet to some but disappear to nothing when tasted tested, make me convinced that we'd do better to pick any member of the public and give them the job of running the country.
It reminds me of a verse from The Pied Piper Of Hamelin.
At last the people in a body
To the Town Hall came flocking:
``Tis clear,'' cried they, ``our Mayor's a noddy;
And as for our Corporation -- shocking
To think we buy gowns lined with ermine
For dolts that can't or won't determine
What's best to rid us of our vermin!
You hope, because you're old and obese,
To find in the furry civic robe ease?
Rouse up, sirs! Give your brains a racking
To find the remedy we're lacking,
Or, sure as fate, we'll send you packing!''
At this the Mayor and Corporation
Quaked with a mighty consternation.