And after Boris?


So Bojo is gone. He avoided it for as long as possible, but in the end as he was racing around one of the outdoor picnic tables at No.10, he tripped over a discarded bottle of Beaujolais, and with his little arms flailing like epileptic windmills he finally fell onto his own sword.

Tragic. Just tragic. Let me wipe away a tear.

However, the greater tragedy is who will come next to “lead” Great Britain. The first to announce her candidacy for the top job is former attorney general Suella Braverman. Needless to say, neither of those two names pass my website’s built in spell checker.

Let’s check her out, shall we.


Let’s be honest, whoever nominates themselves first for the shot at the title is at best a distraction while the real players go at it behind the scenes. But even so, it’s a little disturbing to even contemplate the very idea that this … I can’t even finish the sentence.

How far Britain has fallen in such a short period of time. A blink of an eye, really, when you think about it. I wonder who else has stuck up their grasping paw for the job?

Here’s the list so far at the time of writing:

Rishi Sunak

Nadhim Zahawi

Liz Truss

Sajid Javid

Jeremy Hunt

Do any of you appreciate just how much back and forwards checking it took me to make sure that I spelled these names correctly? The things I do, the things I do. I’m not going to put up the photos, my computer has just about had enough, apparently. But it’s easy to see why Boris was knifed in the front. Surround yourself with Indians and women and, dear Lord, Indian women, and you are going to have a very hard time of it indeed.

Can you imagine English schoolchildren getting in any way excited for most of that lot to turn up for a visit at one of our wretched schools? Perhaps if the demographic is suitably diverse then it won’t be an issue. So no trips to North Wales then.

That’s not to take away from just how much Boris screwed up. But at least he was an Englishman screwing up. I mean, if we’re going to screw up then at least have it be one of our guys. But with the future leader of the nation looking very much like they would be far better served joining the cast of a Bollywood movie, I don’t like the chances of England being governed by its own. How ironic, after all the years of the British Raj that in the end it looks like the tail is coming back to wag the dog.

Originally published at Pushing Rubber Downhill. You can purchase Adam’s books here.