Celebrate good times

Come on.

The day we were promised but seemed would never come. Finally Theresa rocked up to her well worn podium and said something I actually wanted to hear.

There was a lot of the usual guff too, but it was the last time. She choked up towards the end, when she realised her time tormenting us with her tone deaf, pig headed, mule-like stupidity was finally being wrapped up. Apparently some people felt sorry for her at that point. I just felt sorry for everyone else, because the Tory party have heard it suggested that she is the worst PM ever and have responded with ‘hold my beer’.