As Dr Alf will have deduced from his Cypriot lair in the sun, talk about nothing and fantasies are not what the country needs. May is increasingly out of her depth on Brexit and is incapable of negotiating anything worthwhile because as yet we have seen no texts of agreements actually signed. Stating that you “wish to see X or Y” does not make it happen unless you have Godlike powers or are an adept. Mrs May is the opposite of an adept; she is cold, unimaginative and never sees for herself, choosing instead to seek the advice of her officials and the deeply untelegenic Gavin Barwell, who looks like the Mekon, the alien in the very old Dan Dare comic books of my very distant youth.
Important decisions are put off, no strategy is in evidence, and every solution to major problems is so far short of what is required that most of them are worse than useless.
Building 5000 extra houses in a year and increasing building of new starts to 200,000 a year means that the present housing shortage of 13 million would take 65 years even if the population remained static. By then Mrs May who is now 62 and a full-blown injecting diabetic will either be dead, 127 years old and out of office with death being the most likely prognosis.
We (the UK) are still secretly engaged in trying to topple President Assad and still harbour delusions of grandeur, which a country with just 17 escort vessels for all our shipping, no coastal protection vessel and £5 trillion GBP’s worth of debt, cannot sensibly sustain.
All this and the unelectability of May and her bunch of ‘has-beens’ goes over her head, whilst the old Trotskyite ,Corbyn sees himself in 10 Downing Street already, although the poll stats suggest otherwise.