Who the hell cares?
Okay, it’s a momentous occasion – if it happens. There’s still time for a stitch-up. Sure, have a party in Parliament square, I’m north of Aberdeen and have never liked London so I won’t be there. But then nobody will notice my absence anyway and they might even have a good time.
I don’t mind at all if there is a vuvula chorus, dancing llamas and a Pin the Lie on the Politician competition. I’d quite like to see the long promised Bonfire of the Quangos – I believe that was the Cleggeron Coagulation’s promise, many years ago. I doubt it will ever happen.
Apparently it will cost half a million beer vouchers to make Big Ben bong. I’d bash it with a hammer for half that price and a month’s supply of whisky. There is much mumbling about how half a million quid could be better spent and I’m sure they are all quite correct, but Big Ben is undergoing maintenance. If it costs half a million to get it bonging in the next three weeks, it’ll still cost half a million to get it bonging in the next three months. The money is irrelevant.
Nigel Farage has said that the UK will be a laughing stock if Big Ben doesn’t bong to mark our departure from the EU. I don’t, personally, give a shit if it bongs or not. Neither does the rest of the world.
What I am waiting to see, and what, I suspect, most of the world is waiting to see, is one thing and one thing only.
Does the UK finally have a government that is going to do what it said it would do?
If it doesn’t, then the UK will be a laughing stock, bongs or no bongs.