Clearly Fat Boy wouldn’t know what that is a reference to, but this isn’t about The Doors.
The 20th May 2020 jaunt in the garden of No. 10 surely has to signal the end of Johnson as Prime Minister.
I’m absolutely gob-smacked that a person who so obviously lies through his teeth at every available opportunity ( and no, they don’t “all do it”) has been given life after life after life.
If I was younger, in need of funds, I would see his morals and bending of the truth for his own convenience, as a red light to do whatever I pleased to get ahead for myself.
If those grey men in the Tory Party were so vexed (rightly… finally) at the end of last year about the December 2020 gathering, this has to be the final straw.
I got a prediction wrong last week (Australia 5 England 0… hurrah!), but surely this time next month Fat boy J. won’t be Prime Minister any more.