JANUARY is always gloomy. The cold gets in your bones, the days still get dark early and summer seems a million years away.
So I tell you what — let’s have a party.
Thing is, I don’t mean a shindig where we all get copiously rat-a***d.
I mean a political party. A new political party, which represents what a lot of us want.
Because you’ve got to say — the parties in Westminster aren’t doing that, are they?
Whatever happens at the end of this awful Brexit mess, one thing is clear, our politics have to change.
The divisions between our current parties no longer reflect the divisions in the country. If Brexit has told us anything, it’s told us that.
And there is a growing anger out there that the views of millions and millions of people are simply not represented in Parliament.
That’s obvious from Brexit — more than a third of Labour voters wanted us to leave. Including a majority in some northern constituencies. Almost two thirds of Tory voters wanted us to leave.
TRAVESTY OF DEMOCRACY
Nigel Farage, the former leader of Ukip, has already said he fancies creating a new party. A Brexit Party.
Good luck to the man — I might even join it, because I have the horrible feeling our Parliament is going to betray the people, and we’ll end up staying in. That would be a travesty of democracy.
But it’s about a hell of a lot more than Brexit.
The very reasons which convinced more than 17million of us to vote for Brexit were the same as those which are causing divisions across Europe. And as a result we’ve seen the huge rise of populist parties. In Italy, Hungary, Poland, Slovakia, Greece, France and even Germany. Oh — and, of course — the USA.
These parties are sometimes right wing, sometimes left wing. In Italy there is an alliance between the two.
What they are all, though, is different to the politics we have now. They are parties which listen to the people. Populist is just another way of saying popular, really.
Most agree on a whole bunch of issues. We need to control immigration, number one. Especially immigration from Islamic countries.
As January drags on — how about a party? One that represents US?
We need a bit more respect for the nation state: People feel proud of the countries in which they live. Yes, even some Belgians.
A lot are socially conservative. By which I mean they do not have much time for gender neutral toilets, LGBTQI protests, political correctness and so on.
Instead, they have a respect for traditional values. For the family, for the Christian faith, on which our countries were founded. For our histories. And they are sceptical of the European Union.
But they also recognise that there are deep economic divisions within our countries which need to be addressed. In our own country a terrible chasm between the affluence and influence of London, versus the rest of the country. Between rich and poor.
We have no political party right now which covers those bases.
But that is where the real divide in society lies. So, as January drags on — how about a party? One that represents US?
Time to question daft Di
Labour MP Diane Abbott thinks that the BBC Question Time programme discriminated against her because she is:
Abbott got a rough ride and the audience spent most of the time laughing at her or booing.
Diane, listen. It’s not your skin colour. It’s not your gender.
It’s something else altogether.
We are used to politicians speaking down to us.
And we are used to politicians being thick.
But when both occur at the same time, that’s when the rest of us decide we’ve had enough.
Have I got news for Huw
Stuff the BBC won’t tell you.
Number One – The International Monetary Fund has admitted it got its projections wrong.
The UK economy is not stagnating. Economic growth for the next year will be every bit as strong as in France and Germany.
And meanwhile all the other indicators – investment, employment, growth in wages – are MUCH better than those in the European Union.
Someone tell Huw Edwards.
False Facebook friend
Yet again I’ve accepted a Facebook friend request from a woman without checking if she’s a proper woman, rather than a porno sock-puppet.
Sure enough, within the minute, I was invited to view intimate photographs of the lady.
And she ended her invitation with the words: “Slap my frog, cowboy!”
Why would I want to slap her frog? I hope her frog has a long and happy life. And why am I a cowboy
Don’t wanna PC spice
There’s nothing funnier than slebs making idiots of themselves while politically grandstanding.
Gary Lineker, for example, does it every week. His intellect is about as radiant as a candle flame in an aircraft hangar. But he still gives it large, ranting about Brexit. And praising Europe’s worst leader, France’s Emmanuel Macron.
The latest slebs to fall foul are the Spice Girls. They posed for photos in “edgy” (which means PC) T-shirts reading: Gender Justice. Now it’s been revealed those shirts were made in a workshop by women who are paid 35p per hour.
There’s gender justice for you.
Vandals blind to sacrifice
The memorial to Bomber Command in London’s Hyde Park has been defaced by scumbags.
They threw paint over the sculpture – and also vandalised statues of Winston Churchill and US President Franklin D. Roosevelt.
Our pilots in World War Two won a battle against all the odds to protect this country from fascism. More than 55,000 of them died doing so.
The filth who vandalised the memorial know nothing of that. Nothing of personal sacrifice, of hardship, of discipline.
And they know nothing of history, full stop.
What kind of people are we raising in this country?
So, huge congratulations to Ant McPartlin.
The perpetually smirking Geordie munchkin won “best presenter” at the National Television Awards, despite not having been on television for a year.
People have criticised the decision, but I’m all in favour.
And if he promises to stay off the screens for another 12 months, I’d give him next year’s award, too
TV babes need to wrap up
Did you see the shots of the babes turning up for the National Television Awards?
I call them babes because it was minus ten or something out there. And they rolled up to stand on the red carpet outside in flimsy dresses slit from ankle to lady garden. Freezing their cloppers off – like Emily Atack.
Ten years of marriage and we’re stronger than ever – thanks to CANCER
‘I choose to spend my day having sex with strangers for cash: here’s why’
PETA TODD’S MUM SQUAD
Peta Todd on sex education and how to talk about what makes babies
GETTING IT OFF HER CHEST
I’m called a ‘slut’ but l’ll show off my big boobs if I want to
Kelly Brook’s right… working mums DON’T work as hard as women without kids
GRIN AND BARE IT
Writer who was mortified by nudity reveals how she has learned to love it
One woman was dressed in what seemed to be a small bit of string. Talk about chapel hat pegs.
I’ll stop calling them babes and start calling them Very Real Women Who Must Be Appreciated For Their Brilliant Talents Not Their Looks when they turn up for these events in a nice warm parka, a woollen muffler and some Ugg boots.