smokingboot

And there it was for a second, I could see it clear as day; A renaissance court, not in any kind of linear time but as a strange cabal out of pandemonium; principally English in my mind, at least at first, Cromwell and Wolsey and Richard Rich, slews of deadly administrators, even down to the raised eyebrow of Walsingham contemplating the rise and fall and rise again of that most dreaded enemy; the angry servant.

Cummings is talking plenty of half sense today. I will pick my favourite bit so far: "We got, at the last election a choice between Jeremy Corbyn and Boris Johnson. Any system which ends up giving a choice between two people like that as good people to lead gives voters is obviously a system that has gone extremely, extremely badly wrong."

The little tic! BJ could not be where he is without Cummings. No scruples about being the bad boy of Brexit, complicit in the system he now berates, the architect of weaponised deceit in this country's politics. He practised it, honed it, worked it. Problem is, however, that BJ is a natural at this game. Did I call DC Bosola? No, he's Mosca to BJ's Volpone.

This must be the only time in my entire life I've wished Jacobean drama on anyone.

'Let all that see these vices thus rewarded
Take heart, and love to study 'em.
Mischiefs feed
Like beasts
Till they be fat, and then they bleed.'