We live a remote life up here, as far removed from the Corridors of Power as can be and we are much the better for it. For reason of distance alone we never get invited to Partygate anywhere - and long before Covid we may add.
We do, however, wish we were a fly on the garden wall at Downing Street these past two years. Indeed, going one better, we wish we had been there, drinking whatever we had chosen to take with us and generally enjoying the atmosphere instead of suffering severe depression over First Minister Sturgeon's Soviet-style diktats. A good time was had by all, it would appear, but now the political hangover.
For once, we are on Boris Johnson's side. While Boris Johnson - a scoundrel and as unworthy an individual as ever walked the streets - should resign over many things - and Brexit in particular - this crazy Partygate tale is not one of them.
Frankly, we couldn't care less about how many functions Number 10 or anyone else resorted to during these Covid Times. Good luck to them, we say. We are, of course, simply jealous that we had to abide by Nicola's Diktats when we could have had much more fun in London as long as that ghastly individual, Rees-Mogg, was nowhere near.
Is there anything more demeaning than the Great British Public, egged on by the Great British Press, at its very hypocritical best?
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