I have said it before and I'll say it again, I think Theresa May may have a gambling problem. We all know about the mother of all gambles she took when she needlessly called for a general election but she continues with her risk taking decisions. Recently, she decided (and I am paraphrasing here) to give an 'I have a dream' speech at the Tory Party Conference in Manchester.
Now, I don't know who advises her but I think the only way that speech would work is if Abba were convinced to have a 3 minute reunion on stage while Mrs. May gave that speech. It might even have helped with the Brexit talks.
Her dream had something to do with resolving the housing crisis. Perhaps instead of dreaming, Mrs May should deal with reality. If she hadn't wasted money on yet another election, the said money could have been used to build a few houses. It would not resolve the crisis but it would certainly help. This is the one and only time I am going to quote that meerkat that appears on our television - 'simples.'
The poor PM wasn't having a great time. A virus (bribed by Boris Johnson I suspect) paid her a visit and tickled her throat and attacked her vocal cords, just as she was giving a speech at the above mentioned conference. As if on cue, the letter 'f' flung itself off the wall behind her. I suppose she should count herself lucky that the letter 'o' which was next to it, didn't follow.
At least she got a birthday present from Philip Hammond - a lozenge.
Strictly Come Dancing saw Chizzy voted off last week while the shimmering beetroot that was Brian Connelly managed to get through by the skin of his grinning teeth. I suspect he realised that his cheesy smiles and wisecracks will not be enough to make people vote for him because this week he actually tried, and improved, his dancing.
The Reverend wasn't great last week but managed to get through - divine mercy I guess. This week, resplendent as Flash Gordon with a wig that looked as if it was the product of an affair between the hair of Donald Trump and the hair of Boris Johnson, he continued to mistake Strictly Come Dancing for Strictly Come Prancing. Will we see divine mercy being bestowed upon him again?
I am not sure that Head Judge Shirley Ballas is as unbiased as I initially thought. She appears to have a soft spot for Simon and seems to throw in an extra point or two his way, while poor Charlotte, who actually improved this week, ended up being collateral damage while her dance partner Brendan and Ms Ballas, indulged in verbal fisticuffs.
I didn't think I'd say this but bring back grumpy Len. At least he entertained us with threats of pickling his walnuts and claims that things got on his wick. He astutely said that he was a cup of tea in a world of skinny lattes. Sadly, at the moment we have four skinny lattes on the judging panel and it is not half as entertaining or fair.
Until next week, try and keep it light!
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