Pants

 The British Prime Minister, Boris Johnson, has been caught with his pants down. A flurry of revelations about parties in 10 Downing Street (the Prime Minister's residence in London) during lockdown have forced him to publicly apologise. That has not stopped the torrent of revelations. On each occasions, people spoke to the media about the losses they suffered during the pandemic. It is galling, to say the least, that those in the inner circle of the Prime Minister were carousing, whilst others had to say goodbye to their dying relatives and friends by videolink. What probably really angered Johnny Public was the party on the eve of the funeral of the Duke of Edinburgh on April 17th, 2021. The image of the Queen, sitting alone in a pew, mask on, preparing to pay her final respects to her husband of more than 70 years, is seared in everybody's memory. 

Still, when called to account, ministers of the state refer to an inquiry, led by senior civil servant Sue Gray. I'll be damned if they don't all know what happened. The apologies sound hollow, and were only elicited because people were found out. If there had been no leak, no apology would have been forthcoming. 

It is redolent of a terrible attitude, the first whiff of which was discerned when BJ's former adviser Dominic Cummings drove to Barnard Castle in County Durham - to test his eyesight. One rule for us, and another rule for the rest of the plebs. And the Queen, who dutifully obeyed the lockdown rules, is treated like plebs too. 

No. 

Prime Minister, you're a disgrace. Pull up your big boy pants and follow the injunction by the leader of Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition and make way for someone who is better suited to the job.