Local election results indicate a triumph for the Non-Lumpen Proles! So, at least, maintains the Prime Minister, Tommy Bloke, who is expected to stand down any day now and to anoint his successor, Kiltie McBride, with the poisoned chalice of the caucus leadership. But hang on a minute (in the immortal words of that bald bloke off the 10 o’clock news), that’s exactly what Big Dave of the Terminally Obnoxious Fogey Faction is saying too. Is it a triumph for everyone?
‘Not for us,’ admitted Sir Thingy Wotsit, alleged foreperson of the Awfully Decent Sorts, who did not maintain their March on Power, surprising absolutely nobody but themselves. ‘I have to say we have done better in the past. Why, I remember what Mr Gladstone was telling us youngsters way back in…oh…I forget now. Quite a long time ago. Funny how as the years go by you can recall some things but others are problematic - yes, Nurse? Afternoon nap? Oh yes, yes please…Look, you chaps, can we talk later? I’ve got soo much I’d like to tell you…’ With that Sir Thingy collapsed into his bath chair and was wheeled away to the polite applause of assembled hacks.