Matthew Steeples feels sympathy for the croaky voiced Theresa May but suggests we’d all be better off if this ill woman was relieved of her duties
Yesterday, in what can only be branded one of the worst performances by a Prime Minister in history, Theresa May croaked in Parliament. She sounded like a strangled cat and certainly wouldn’t have got an “I want you” from will.i.am on The Voice.
Struggling to speak – but not even being handed a cough sweet by her Chancellor on this occasion – after the fourth worst defeat ever suffered by a British government, a haggard and badly dressed May showed once again exactly why she should be put out to pasture.
I’m suffering with a sore throat myself right now and though I’ve downed several bottles of Covonia and rather a lot of Glenrothes 12 Year Old, it’s – rather like Parliament’s attitude to May’s “my deal means a deal, means a deal” – not budging. It is time for the hectoring vicar’s daughter to take medicine and to change her ways. She truly is getting us nowhere and it’d be better if the Conservative Party did the kindest thing: pass the harridan a cyanide capsule.
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