Brexit Fatigue: No Yawning at the Back

On Friday I happened to be talking to the circulation manager of a member of the Dead Tree press, who was bemoaning in his cups the poor sales of his paper this year (not a very festive topic for an Xmas party, but there we are).  Apparently, it’s the case across the whole of the medium.

And they are in no doubt as to what the cause is.  On the one hand, they can’t justify not leading almost every front page with Brexit stuff which, in a formal sense, is about as newsworthy as it’s possible to be.  However, the man on the Clapham Omnibus has tired of it all, and is not buying.  Some things, it seems, are too interesting.

I just thought I’d pass that on.

In other news … well no, actually, it’s Brexit again.  It seems that Jezza is determined to underline the point made a couple of days ago that he and his dire entourage have no plan; bewildering friend and foe alike with his personal motion of no confidence.  Someone has likened this to a penalty-taker shooting deliberately at a corner flag.  Being more inclined towards a military idiom, I have toyed with the parallel of the one-man charge mounted by H Jones at Goose Green.  On balance, I prefer the image of Wat Tyler trotting out to meet Richard II.  He didn’t trot back again, if you recall.

ND