Keir Starmer: Next.
Keir Starmer, the prime minister, resigned today. The chin went as he stood at the lectern outside number 10, with his quite remarkably attractive wife at his side. His voice quivered as he resolved to spend more time with her. As wooden spoons go it's not a bad one. He's not been a great Prime Minister. He was tin-eared and stubborn, inarticulate and wooden. It's hard to imagine he was a prosecutor. He's no Rumpole. He put a lot of weight behind some stupid things - attempting to court, coquettishly, the far right, a surprising move for the leader of the Labour party, and his ongoing silence on Palestine was ludicrous. Arresting some protesting hippies as terrorists and sending them to prison, while actual fascist puppets ran amok at the end of my street, burning out houses and closing down business and services and hoping to murder some black people. But no, the retired sociology lecturer with the placard is an enemy of the state. During Starmer's tearful resign...
