there are various different ways one can view the passing of each and every day, these days, look you see. it is entirely possible, to be sure, to simply see them as days gone that will not come back. an alternate, however, is to see them as us, here in England and indeed what is left of the UK, moving one day closer to a change in leadership regime.
it is perhaps best to quasi or partially quote that often quite cross but always determined lady based in a position of leadership, if not power, in Scotland. to this end, there is absolutely no rational reason why Theresa May should remain as PM. not only does she not actually want the job - my family and i are living proof that she absolutely hates British people, and possibly all people except one or two Italians what voted for her - she's also no good at it. at all.
as discussed in this earlier post, the link in colour and it mostly concerning tea, there are two likely replacements as leader. neither can be worse, but anyway. one is Comrade Jeremy Corbyn, who will usher in a prosperous, freeing era of new communism and new socialism that will really work this time, honest. the other is Landed Gentry type Jacob Rees Mogg, who shall restore the Empire, Imperialism and a strong sense of class divide.
the pictures you see here of Jacob Rees Mogg, or if you like JRM, as we can get away with calling him for now but when he comes to power such a ghastly term will see people who use it taste the birch, from very early on the initial Sunday of this month that is December 2017. oh yes, long before 10am he is impossibly, and quite dapper, well dressed. this is who he is.
for what reason was JRM on the television? to put forward his views on certain matters. well, matters concerning all this "Brexit" business. he is of course a well known advocate of this, as to him it is very much phase one of his rise to power and inevitable coronation. inevitable, perhaps, if only Theresa May has lost her passion for elections, for another vote would lead to Corbyn coming to power.
many, as point of fact several, of you are quite astute and will have identified the issue with the above image. indeed, to this end, you will already be aware of why this post is called what it is, and exactly why JRM is beautifying this blog once more.
should you not have observed it, here is a close up to help. although there is quite a substantial clue to the quandary in the title of the post.
yes, quite, a temporal paradox. JRM, as is perhaps, should you excuse the use of the term in the context of such a posh gentleman, "common" across the upper classes, seems to operate on two different plains of reality yet does so concurrently. by this i do indeed mean that the two timepieces on display reflect two very different times.
which one was correct? that is the most pressing question you have, so let me break this narrative, although you could argue it is broken already, to address this concern. neither was accurate, either according to my phone or the time displayed by the BBC during this broadcast. as distressing as this shall be for any members of the landed gentry reading, if anything the digital clock was closer to the time that us commoners accept to be correct, rather than the rather posh, presumably priceless, sort of carriage clock thing.
no, i do not believe that traditional - analogue, i suppose - clock is what they call a carriage clock. there's no handle visible to make it so, but maybe it is hidden. whatever, no doubt that it is made from some posh, expensive wood and the clock face is constructed out of ivory or similar. undoubtedly it is a priceless heirloom.
the digital clock looks like one commoners would have. undoubtedly JRM reluctantly instructed one of his servants to go and purchase it when the last known manufacturer of glass valves for his 1940s wireless had the dumb insolence to go ahead and die. you just know that radio is tuned in to either Radio 3 or Radio 4. when the era of his reign dawns, it is likely that they are the only stations which shall be permitted to continue broadcasting.
during the course of his address to the nation, JRM commented that he regarded Belfast as being "the same thing as Somerset". from this i concluded that JRM has not actually been to Belfast, and lamented where oh where is Auberon Waugh now, when we need him most. yes, before you answer, i do indeed know, sadly, that Auberon is no longer of this world.
i have it on particularly good authority - which is to say i have just thought it up - that, in the corridors of power, regret is spoken of the fact that no one thought to marry JRM off into royalty. it wouldn't have had to be British royalty, just any. that would have immediately nullified, if not neutered, his ability to enter active politics. an opportunity lost, then. either we shall benefit from it or suffer the consequences when he is ordained as our overlord.
some of you will, i would think, be quite surprised to see JRM feature on this blog so frequently. i cannot, alas, offer any assurance that his appearances are now at a point of closure. with his coming to power all but inevitable, probably best to expect more.
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