The All-New iPhone A57

Would you buy this? It’s my very own design … no, really.

Note the retro 70s antenna for tuning into your fav retro 70s music channel first thing in the morning. And the easy to use rotary dial to stop you butt-dialing a number in the Australian outback. It even doubles as a pot plant when left on the bedside locker over night. And who doesn’t want those Everything, Everywhere, All At Once google eyes to look up everything, all at once, anywhere in the world … masterful, right?

I mean, what more could you want?

Bye, Bye, BoJo, Goodbye …

The blustering buffoon has fallen.

It’s hard to feel sorry for the idiot bumpkin that has, with his backstabbing cronies, torn the UK to shreds, leaving it in tatters with little or no standing not only in Europe—the Ukraine notwithstanding—but all across the planet.

He will, I doubt, be missed by anyone but his small cadre of ardent supporters who, I surmise, are now few and far between.

From Theresa May’s tweeted innuendo this morning to ex-PM, Sir John Major’s downright hostility in his letter Sir Graham Brady, the chair of the 1922 Committee, saying it would be “unwise” to allow Johnson to stay on. To quote:

The proposal for the prime minister to remain in office – for up to three months – having lost the support of his cabinet, his government and his parliamentary party is unwise, and may be unsustainable.

In such a circumstance, the prime minister maintains the patronage and, of even greater concern, the power to make decisions which power of will affect the lives of those within all four nations of the United Kingdom and further afield. Some will argue that his new cabinet will restrain him. I merely note that his previous cabinet did not – or could not – do so.

For the overall wellbeing of the country, Mr Johnson should not remain in Downing Street – when he is unable to command the confidence of the House of Commons – for any longer than necessary to effect the smooth transition of government.

It’s interesting to know just how long Johnson will be able to squat within the walls of No. 10 before the bailiffs arrive? The man is a political limpet and has proven he’s not for moving.

The horror of this whole debacle would be that the deputy prime minister, Dominic Rabb, take over as acting prime minister in the interim while MPs vote for a new party leader. I cannot think this is a working solution let alone viable, even in the short term.

What this viper-pit of a conservative party should do is call a General Election and let the public decide on the next prime minister. But we all know, that’s not going to happen and, once again, probably from behind closed doors, the party will in-fight till there is one left standing.

Will Ben Wallace prevail? I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

What’s in a Name?

I chanced upon a thread over on Twitter this morning where someone asked everyone what was the funniest name they’d ever come across—and, to be honest, most of them were quite tame really. But it got me to thinking about when I was at secondary school, and two others classmates, who, like me, had names that everyone teased us over.

What’s more, we three all shared the same birthday, and, as it turned out, were born within a couple of hours of one another. I mean, come on, how weird is that? Did we bond because of that? You would think so, but no, not really.

What? Names? There was Tony Longbottom (Anthony), Liz Hards (Elizabeth) and yes, me, A Wolfe.

I often wonder what the other two went on to do with their lives, after school.