This is a column about trees and deer – it doesn’t end well for Bambi.
Dear Jeremy Corbyn,
Here come the stories. The Tories tell one about how splurging public cash and acting tough on crime will make this a better land. The Conservative plan looks more like throwing money up against the wall, to paraphrase Boris Johnson.
You can travel by train from Scotland to Ho Chi Minh in south Vietnam.
Apparently indyref2 will happen next year.
When the largest march in living memory barely makes the news, it’s time to wonder what matters in politics.
Labour will surely lose any general election, and Tory prospects are a gamble, but there is a general agreement the SNP will triumph.
Bojo’s tour of the provinces could have gone worse – possibly. He offered a bribe to Edinburgh, Cardiff and Belfast so small (£300 million between them) that it barely registered. Where leaders sought clarity on No Deal, he offered bluster.
In 1985 I flew from Dublin to Boston return for £400. If I did it today, it would cost a bit less.
Boris sucks in words from all other stories, leaving only the great Bojo show on the news.