Trouble is when a “leader” knows where the amount of bodies are buried as he does it’s awful difficult to winkle such a whelk out of his shell. Know what I mean? After all he is a former journalist, nay editor no less, and journos know more than most about the importance of information. So whilst it may be true that many colleagues and advisors might have knowledge of yet more damning evidence against him, it is equally possible that he has a fat dossier on almost every one of them. This then is a possible reason for the shilly-shallying about in terms of depositing him on top of the nearest scrap heap where he so obviously belongs. He, of course, can’t help being a pathological liar, he always has been, is now, and ever will be. Also he can never accept responsibility for his own actions, when things go wrong someone else always shoulders the blame. There is, however, always a tipping point, that moment when the public pay enough attention to realise that the Emporers new clothes don’t exist and that he is actually caught naked in the headlights of his own car crash. We are almost at that moment I believe because in my view he has made a strategic blunder. Putting the head of his chief Spad on the chopping block in a humiliating resignation ritual was not the action of a wise man. Doing so has alienated a number of senior politicians and Tory grandees, including the Chancellor. The question I would like answered is who exactly leaked the footage of the practice press conference to the Mirror? What other such baubles might come into the public domain twixt now and New Year? One thing’s for certain, if things don’t change they’ll stay the same, and that ain’t gonna happen.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you all, stay safe. Harry Rogers, in The Yellow Room, 18th December, 2021