A lighter look at the news

Please don't judge me when you read this, but I will miss Theresa May not being our Prime Minister. However, if judge you must, I assure you I have two very good reasons (at least that is what I tell myself).

Firstly (and most importantly) I shall miss not writing about 'Tay May'as much in my blog (Bo Bo Jo doesn't have the same ring to it) and secondly, I shall miss not seeing her bust those dance moves on the world stage. Horrified fascination doesn't come around very often, you know.

Anyway, Boris Johnson is apparently set to be Britain's Prime Minister. Yes, the man whose appearance suggests that he has just wrestled with a grizzly bear and who has the diplomacy of a sledge hammer, may well be chosen as the next Conservative Leader and thereby, our Prime Minister.

To be fair, I have watched Boris with horrified fascination on one occasion, when he was left hanging on a zip wire.

He should have been left hanging there but alas he wasn't and alas, he is set to be PM. This of course will make our friend across the pond, clasp his little hands with glee.
(Promoters of the word 'alas' may send their cheques directly to me).

During his recent visit to Britain, Donald Trump suggested that Boris would make a fabulous Prime Minister. Really, no one was asking for his two bit worth. But then again Piers Morgan may have been asking, which is the same difference.

After said visit, Trump went back to the US very satisfied with himself, convinced that he 'came' (more's the pity) he 'saw' (only what he wanted to see - apparently mistaking the jeering crowds for cheering crowds - and not seeing baby Donald blimp that aliens in outer space have spotted and are talking about) and he conquered (not really - unless you count that chinless wonder Piers Morgan, but please don't).

In one of his recent tweets, Trump spoke about meeting the Queen and the Prince of Whales! Words fail me, but this is the image that came to mind.

An underwater scenario of Donald Trump meeting the Prince of Whales.

                                                                                                           

You know how you sometimes have a really stupid idea and you are very aware of how stupid the idea is, so you bury it in the deep dark recesses of your brain, where it never sees the light of day?

Well, someone recently had one such idea but unfortunately the person was as stupid as the idea, so it saw the light of day and a few equally stupid people agreed and it has gained a tiny bit of momentum.

So now, these people are demanding the right to have Straight Pride Parades and have even come up with a Straight Pride Flag. Excuse me for a second while I giggle in disbelief.

What sort of banners are they planning to have at their parades, one wonders. 'Allowed to legally marry since the institution was invented?' or 'Came out as straight to my parents at 14?' or 'I can go anywhere in the world and not be arrested for my sexuality?'

I'll come straight to the point (pun intended, I'm afraid) - there is just one word for these people - knuckleheads. I think that will make a perfect banner for any straight pride parade they choose to organise and participate in.

Until next week, try and keep it light.