A Monday Morning Feeling.
After a disastrous week-end of endless bad news and defeat on all fronts, Gordon could still not find the courage to do the right thing. His once new pet, now master, of a snake, had hissed his serpent seductions into his ear for hour after hour. Not just Jimmy battling for survival but the garden of Eden's most loathed but cunning creature. The same reptile spotted slithering out of number 10, like a visitor rushing from the death bed of another snake.
Whilst the self-indulgent drama unfolds; the dole queues get longer as LDV looks doomed to the snake's Russian Pal's slide; MRSA makes a hospital comeback; soldiers are dying in a forgotten war; the stock market wobbles yet again; the printing presses burn out in a vain attempt to pay the public service wages and The Titanic that is The Labour shipwreck begins it's slow momentous slide beneath the waves and into oblivion.
Above we have a picture, as a metaphor, of Lord Fondlebum's efforts to persuade his now completely deluded cowardly friend that it really isn't as bad as it looks!
Meanwhile a triumphant Dave "Suchov" Cameron is in another part of the ruined Reich. Virtually at "The Brandenburg Gate" that is the Welsh birthplace of this failed party and it's socialist dream of a nightmare. He urges the decent citizens to respect the fallen people led into this terrible defeat by the grasping, hypocritical and arrogant SS Greedy Core. Bliar, Straw, Faulkner et al.
"Suchov" advises that the time for partying and the taking of the spoils of victory is yet to come and the scorched earth spite of the fallen still to be fought. Already the army of film historians is gathering to record every second of this DOWNFALL.