Will the tuck shop close this summer?

One way of dealing with the Johnson problem is to just stop paying attention to the news, or to filter the news in such a way that one’s disdain for the clown is simply re-affirmed. At last I have found something of current usefulness in the Guardian, which appears as shocked and horrified as I am that the English Madness has metastasized so egregiously in government. God, it was bad enough before—the incapacity of Theresa May that is. She dressed up her woeful political incapacity in a cloak of spurious passion, or what most called obduracy; now it seems a new tack is to be tried, which is Johnson saying in so many words this is a man’s job. Man up! The last time we left Europe big style it was called Dunkirk, and let’s never forget we snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. Brexit is Johnson’s Dunkirk, and his script continues with America coming to our rescue again, this time without GIs but with chlorinated chicken.
 
I wonder if Johnson has instructed his new Cabinet ministers that all holidays are cancelled over the summer recess. If that were the case, it might tell us how serious he is about getting on with his mission to Make Britain Great Again (MBGA—trying pronouncing that and you will hear a kind of choking sound). Given the short period there is left between now and the 31st October, he has no choice. I shall await this signal with interest.