Light the beacons! BoJo is no more!

Talk about being on the case. I write just moments after Boris Johnson announced his resignation from the government, presumably in protest at the PM’s latest version of Brexit arrangements.

“You can’t polish a turd” is how he has been alleged to have characterised the compromise, aimed at appeasing all sides, though of course, as appeasements often do, failing to win anyone’s unqualified approval.

“Hard-line” brexiteers were never going to sign off on it, you know, those jerks like Owen Patterson, who believe we should leave now, no deal, and go for WTO rules, which give us the same status in Europe as, say, Argentina. And remainers, like me, who say a referendum should never have been held in the first place, and certainly not on a 50% plus 1 vote basis on something of such profound importance to everyone in the UK as this,  aren’t completely mollified either.

Boris Johnson, a highly intelligent person, does a remarkably authentic impression of being a highly stupid person. No one is going to forget in a hurry how he prevaricated long and hard before deciding whether he was going to be a leaver or remainer, so strong were his views - not. It was so obvious he was working out which way would more benefit his medium term career it was frankly embarrassing - for almost everyone except himself.

And when he said “Fuck Business!” When asked to comment on business’s worries about the post-Brexit future, a remark so asinine, so dangerous, so at odds with the entire ethos of the Tory party, which for two hundred years has marketed itself as the party of business, a lot of people began to worry that he might be losing the plot altogether, Mrs May included. Or could he playing a deeper game? Like grooming himself for the highest office once he has plotted her removal with his Brexiteer brethren? I shouldn’t be surprised. I just hope it doesn’t work.

In summary, I’m glad he’s gone, he should have gone a lot sooner, and I hope to God he doesn’t come back. Ever.