The Westmonster Chronicles – part 8…
And so it came to pass that the senators did reassemble for it was important that the Great Withdrawal was discussed openly in the chamber. But it didst not happen as all they did was to hurl insults at Bojo for sending them away. And Bojo was cross. Very cross. Very, very cross indeed…
But he was not moved. “I shall do it again next week” he said, “and sod the lot of you and the horses that you rode in on!” And he did call his cohorts together and promise them that the Great Withdrawal would be done by Halloween, do or die for this was the wish of the people and the will of people is sovereign.
And Bojo did make a new offer to the Eurocrats, saying “This is my best and final and you shall take it or leave it” and didst heavily slap it down on the table of King Drunker.
But the Eurocrats were not moved by his offer and Prince Varadkar of the Paddies dismissed it out of hand, before he even read it. And he did tell Bojo that his people did not wish to leave and that Bojo was denying them their right to stay in the Empire, even though the polls showed that two thirds of them wanted the Withdrawal done. And Bojo didst reply “Humbug!”
So it came to pass that the Eurocrats decided to play hardball, saying they would not even talk about it until they had returned from their country estates and a hard earned weekend break of wine, women and frivolity. Especially the ‘wine’ bit.
So Bojo did convene is advisors, especially Dominic the Terrible and did come up with a new approach. He would be nice the senators, tho’ it would stick in his craw, and be nasty to the Eurocrats.
“Let my people go” he proclaimed, “or I shall unleash upon you such fury that has not been seen since the seven plagues of Egypt! I shall veto your budget, disrupt your proceedings and appoint Sir Nigel of Widdecombe as our ambassador to your ruling Commission – and the excrement shall surely hit the fan most mightily! There shall be no more Mr Nice Bojo…”
(… to be continued)