… for Theresa May, her moment of âsudden clarityâ in Wales was admitting to herself that sheâd be insane not to scrap all her promises and hold a snap general election …
âBloody hell, itâs like Shit Gandalf is gifting me these things,â the prime minister must have thought, carefully removing the Essential Waitrose clingfilm from her sandwiches and staring out across Wales.
My British sense of fair play and no-nonsense hairdo mean I instinctively recoil from kicking a party when itâs down, but letâs face it, âdownâ is now Labourâs favoured position. Itâs like some weird yoga thing. Downward Facing Socialism.
Iâm 60 years old. I donât have time to wait for them to get back up again. Screw it! Iâm going to call an election! Yeah! Letâs do this!â