A fatally damaged PM laid bare the poverty of his ambition in a speech that was a model of futility
Not so much a speech, more a pointless ramble. An extended trailer for speeches he might give at some – as yet unspecified – future dates, along with some minor announcements of things that were almost certainly never going to happen. Politics at its most meta.
Boris Johnson is running on fumes. Monty Python’s Black Knight trying to convince himself and those around him that he’s only suffered mild flesh wounds when everyone can see he’s fatally damaged goods. So Thursday saw the Convict up at Blackpool and the Fylde College – the closest he gets to levelling up these days is the odd day out to the north-west – where he attempted to convince himself he had some kind of future. On today’s evidence, those 211 MPs who stood by him in Monday’s no-confidence vote will be wondering why they bothered.
