You think you’ve seen chaos in Downing Street this week?  That is as nothing in comparison to what is coming.

In the shelf-life of every politician there are flash moments that can be very revealing. Enoch Powell’s remark, for example,  that “all political careers end in failure,” was a flawless summary of his own achievements.

“Imagine Trump doing Brexit,” said Kemal-Johnson,  “he’d go in bloody hard … There’d be all sorts of breakdowns, all sorts of chaos. Everyone would think he’d gone mad.”  Well, he is right about the scale of the mess.  But he’s not right as to its attribution: it’s not madness that has caused the impending  disaster; it’s the insouciant arrogance of a fat, lazy, debauched,  slob: the embodiment of “piffle.” The mere fact that the much touted lorry park in Kent has been constructed in a flood plain says much about the foresight and planning that K-J and his team of incompetents have put into Brexit.   God forbid I remind you (5 weeks and counting still left on the calendar)  that we still do not know if there will be a deal or not.  As for administrative details; tariffs, customs declarations, insurance and the like, “La Vache,” as the French would say.

We are heading for disaster. Not just a simple, once in a life-time catastrophe, but a multiplex of chaos. It’s hard to know what to dread most, Brexit or the virus. The one will reduce incomes, and opportunities, the other means you never need worry again, which as Kemal-Johnson would tell us  is “a very, very good thought.”