So.... what now?

Well, the election didn't go the way most people expected, certainly not back in April when the Tories sprung it on us. I wish I'd put my shirt on a hung parliament at that point, I reckon I'd have got pretty good odds. Despite Labour's almost surreally good performance, against the landslide that was widely predicted - I remember seeing speculation they'd only get around 75 seats, as opposed to the 262 they've ended up with - the news still isn't really that great. The Tories are the largest party by some margin, and seem to be heading towards an 'understanding' with the DUP, a bunch of frothing Christofascists, if ever there was one, which, when the Ulster party's 10 seats are added in, gives May a potential overall majority. My constituency didn't manage to unseat the useless backbench warmer masquerading as our MP, either, although it was a close-run thing - his majority was reduced by something like three-quarters compared to 2015. There are mutterings, too, that Boris Johnson fancies his chances of replacing May in the aftermath of her perceived failure, which, while it wouldn't be close to the fiasco that is the Trump presidency, would mean our country being led, if that's the right word, by an egregious buffoon. On the other hand, the good news is that UKIP have been virtually wiped out, down to 2% of the popular vote (and that's 2% more than they deserve), even if their legacy, in the form of Brexit, will plague the country for years. So, as with the EU referendum, the electorate have spoken - and done little but muddy the waters. What happens in the coming days will be nothing if not interesting.

Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B