Walterp
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- Location
- Pembrokeshire
'No deal better than a bad deal' now lies dead and buried in Florence, interred alongside another chunk of the Conservatives' credibility.
They may not miss it now, arguing among themselves whilst the country sighs with impatience, but they will - challenged by Jeremy Corbyn to outline where the UK is going, no Cabinet member dare describe a direction that varies very much from what the EU looks like today, for fear of contradiction by each other as much as by Labour.
With Hard Brexit no longer possible as an outcome, the next battle will be won by the party prepared to design a viable end state. And the only person talking about how the UK should look like is Mr Corbyn.
Perhaps it's 1945 all over again - the Tories never saw the Labour landslide coming, despite the straws in the wind of the steady loss of Conservative seats, and the determination of the British people (they still thought of themselves as that, then) to enjoy the fruits of democracy.
They were too busy, patting themselves on the back for having won a war, to realise that there's always another battle to win.
Self-indulgent then, self-indulgent now.
They may not miss it now, arguing among themselves whilst the country sighs with impatience, but they will - challenged by Jeremy Corbyn to outline where the UK is going, no Cabinet member dare describe a direction that varies very much from what the EU looks like today, for fear of contradiction by each other as much as by Labour.
With Hard Brexit no longer possible as an outcome, the next battle will be won by the party prepared to design a viable end state. And the only person talking about how the UK should look like is Mr Corbyn.
Perhaps it's 1945 all over again - the Tories never saw the Labour landslide coming, despite the straws in the wind of the steady loss of Conservative seats, and the determination of the British people (they still thought of themselves as that, then) to enjoy the fruits of democracy.
They were too busy, patting themselves on the back for having won a war, to realise that there's always another battle to win.
Self-indulgent then, self-indulgent now.