At 3am December 11th Boris will head to conservative HQ at no.4 Mathew Parker street.. this is where the real celebrations can begin. Boris will be met at the door by DOMINIC CUMINGS in a nightgown holding a rat. The realisation that they now have 5 years to put a fierce right wing libertarian model of social organisation into place can wait till morning
Donald Trump is on the phone – fuck etiquette those days are over why wait for Corbyn’s concession of defeat….the bitter party pooper Marxist slopes off to the dustbin of history.
Remember thatcher on the stairs of central office being welcomed by Tebbitt and Cecil Parkinson and whisping ‘we must do something about the inner cities’, Sending Heseltine North but alongside the developers wrecking ball.. Heseltine took community development with him but he misunderstood .She meant ‘destroy the inner cities not fund them. Erase the working class from history as well as in the present..no longer a class which had a sense of its own interests as separate from their rulers.’She may have whispered to Norman Tebitt on the staircase ‘we are the masters now.’
Boris will envelope Carly in his folds of Tory one nationism and standing on the same stairs will echo ‘We must do something for the white working class’
there will be the clink of flutes and in the bars of Westminster as the gilded wonder which think tank they’ll wait up in in the morning. Flash of press bulbs as Boris leads a conga to Smith Square and back before bed assures us with raised outwardly facing palms
‘STANDS THE VILLAGE CLOCK AT THREE AND IS THERE HONEY STILL FOR TEA
ELECTION NIGHT – BE THERE