I am at the village pub.
Cliff behind the bar suddenly bursts into tears.
‘Boris is going’ he utters.
I clutch my wife Bunty by her sizeable lapels.
‘Our saviour has left us’ I cry.
All around me there are tears, mustiness, moaning, itching & ferreting.
Our Captain has gone.😔🇬🇧 pic.twitter.com/Taf3DJm6ly

— Sir Michael Take CBE (@MichaelTakeMP) June 9, 2023