With the realisation that her reputation (such as it was), would not survive even the simplest line of questioning, Amber Rudd elected to jump before she was pushed. Still, you have to wonder if she wasn’t sacrificed in order to protect her predecessor.
Long ago in the dim and distant past, before the advent of 24 hour TV, was the test card. Those of a certain age will remember seeing this image when programmes were â€˜off airâ€™. I recall staring at it as a very young boy, half expecting it to suddenly come to life, confusedly wondering what this strange image represented. Was it something to be deciphered for hidden meanings? To amuse small children? To be viewed as modern art? Who was the girl?
My incomprehension was due to the assumption that simply because it was on the telly, it must have tremendous significance. Of course, it didnâ€™t. The truth is more mundane. The image is a photograph of a hastily arranged set up put together by an anonymous BBC engineer who needed an innocuous space filler at short notice. The girl was his daughter. Thatâ€™s it. Its purpose was to fill the screen during downtime and to test colour signals and the quality of the transmitted picture.
Many of those who voted for Brexit will have done so out of a sense of duty, not of hope. The shambolic sequence of events they have been forced to witness in the subsequent months will have done nothing to allay their scepticism. If this whole process is, as we are frequently told, akin to a divorce; then it is one of those where each party is, regardless of legalese, perpetually bound to the other by shared custody of the children, proximity, a common social circle and complex ongoing financial agreements. The attachment may still be deep enough that occasionally they get drunk and fall into bed together, despite knowing they will bitterly regret it the next day.
Those still hopeful of redressing the balance of power in Britain would be advised not to pin their hopes on Theresa. Like the test card, sheâ€™s just stalling until the real programme starts.
Ready for his role in ‘Test Card Theresa’.
By way of a tribute to much loved comedian Ken Dodd, who said a final tattybye last week at the age of 90. Went to see him a few years ago in Dudley and remember that the first hour seemed to consist mainly of jokes about the length of the show. It was well past midnight by the time he eventually came off stage, but no-one seemed to mind. I heard that whenever he added a new joke to his act he simply tagged it on to the end without shortening it anywhere else. With his passing we have lost the last of the old-time music-hall variety acts.
I’ll post a couple of almost forgotten British comedians soon.