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10 November, 2017 at 11:58 am #1078766
by Robert Shrimsley..I thought it amusing anyway.
What a shambles. We have seen a foreign secretary unable to speak without endangering the safety of a British national; an international development secretary forced to quit for illicit meetings with Israeli leaders; a defence secretary sacked for lunging at women, replaced by someone with no ministerial experience. Meanwhile we have a feuding cabinet and a prime minister devoid of authority. And the small matter of Brexit negotiations. This is more like a Carry On film.
[psssst..for those who don’t know, the new Defence Secretary has a pet tarantula on his desk which he shows off to visitors].
The scene: the home of Priti Patel, in her final days as international development secretary.
PP: Who’s at the door now?
Man: It’s Boris Johnson.
PP: We can’t let him see you. Quick under the bed.
Man: But I’m the Israeli prime minister.
PP: I don’t care if you’re the Queen of Sheba, get under the bed.
PP: (Looking out the window) It’s Theresa May. Phew. I thought it might be someone important. OK, Mr Netanyahu you can come out now. She’s gone. (The bell rings — it’s Boris Johnson)
PP: Quick Mr Netanyahu, into the cupboard.
PP: Oh Boris, how lovely to see you.
BJ: I saw a man in here. Looked just like Benjamin Netanyahu.
PP: Oh, that’s Sid. He’s come to fix the boiler. (pulls Netanyahu from cupboard)
BJ: I say, you’re the image of Benjamin Netanyahu.
BN: I hear that a lot.
BJ: And you have a limo outside.
BN: Yes, there’s good money in boilers.
PP: What do you want Boris?
BJ: Need to hide out. Bit of a cock-up about a British woman jailed in Iran. Got asked about her. I said she was training journalists when actually she was visiting her family. Now they might double her sentence.
PP: Didn’t you read the brief?
BJ: Briefing papers are for girls. Anyway, nil desperandum. It’s only four more years.
PP: Boris, the foreign secretary is supposed to be able to speak without endangering British nationals. (The doorbell again)
BJ: That’s her husband. Hide me.
PP: Under the bed. (She opens the door)
Man at door: I’m the Israeli defence minister.
PP: Go through to the kitchen. If anyone sees you, you’ve come to look at the damp.
BJ: (reappearing) Was it him?
PP: No, it’s a man from Rentokil. Reg this is Boris.
Man in kitchen: Shalom, guvnor. (The doorbell: It is Michael Fallon, still defence secretary) Michael, what are you doing here?
MF: Problem on the female front. Hiding from the PM.
PP: OK, wait in the toilet. (The prime minister arrives)
BJ: Cripes, it’s Matron.
TM: Ah Boris — what have you done to that woman in Iran?
BJ: Ah, er, yes, well cripes — um — Priti’s got the Israeli prime minister in the cupboard.
TM: What? Have you?
PP: I cleared it with the FO.
BJ: No she didn’t, and she’s got the Israeli defence secretary in the kitchen.
PP: Michael Fallon’s in the toilet.
TM: Michael, you’re fired. Liam Fox, trade secretary, arrives.
LF: Is there anyone I can talk to about trade?
PP: No one.
LF: I thought I saw the Israeli trade minister in the garden.
PP: But you can’t do any trade deals until we’ve left the EU.
LF: I can practise. Gavin Williamson, the new defence secretary, runs in, dressed in combat fatigues: Red alert. We’ve got a problem.
BJ: The Russians?
GW: No, my tarantula’s escaped.
TM: Is it dangerous?
GW: Lethal.
TM: Clever?
GW: Not especially.
TM: I think I’ll make it foreign secretary. Mrs May’s phone rings: It is Michel Barnier, the EU’s lead Brexit negotiator.
TM: Ah, hello Michel. Yes I know the deadline is looming. No, don’t worry we’ve got a crack team on the case.
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