The Prime Minister looked spent last night. Done for. Sitting there on the front bench, she appeared totally ashen. Face like a granite slab. Eyes more piercing than a piranha.
It’s hard to see how much more of this can she put up with. The decision by her one of her own ministers to vote for an amendment effectively ruling out No Deal and numerous others abstaining – in defiance of a three-line whip – was a slap on the cheek to whatever scintilla of authority she had left.
An upturned digit from her own inner sanctum. Brexit? Sorry. Might never happen.
To all the rabble-rousers on the Government benches who refused to back her deal on Tuesday: See what merry hell you have created.
The House naturally turned rowdy when last night’s result dropped.
Theresa May in the debate this evening. What must have been going through her mind as she prepared to face the House following the thumping Brexit vote defeat just 16 hours earlier, one dreads to imagine
Chaos everywhere. Clasping the dispatch box, Mrs May struggled to find words to articulate what was happening. ‘The options before us are the same as they always have been,’ she mumbled. It was like watching a kite flapping helplessly in a tornado.
Not that we could hear much. Her diction, such it was, had morphed from a ticklish whisper from the night before into a throaty garble. Think of a cat coughing up a furball. Gollum from Lord Of The Rings.
Whatever potions hubbie Philip brewed up in the Downing Street galley clearly hadn’t made a dicky-bird of difference. My personal remedy: Bit of honey, squeeze of lemon and a nice long pour of good malt whisky.
She had already limped through a lifeless PMQs earlier in the day. She arrived in the chamber shortly before midday. What must have been going through her mind as she prepared to face the House following the thumping Brexit vote defeat just 16 hours earlier, one dreads to imagine.
She hovered for a while beside the Speaker’s chair, taking one last glance at her notes. How alone she looked. How isolated.
‘The options before us are the same as they always have been,’ she mumbled. It was like watching a kite flapping helplessly in a tornado
As she took her seat, her front bench gave her a cheer. Not exactly an inspirational rallying cry but the poor woman needed any encouragement she could get.
Up above, occupants of the packed public gallery gawped through the glass anthropologically, like visitors to a zoo.
If they had hoped to witness a personal collapse, they were disappointed. Ridicule bounced off her like hailstones from a car bonnet.
She gasped, she croaked, she reiterated her determination to see Brexit through.
‘I may not have my own voice,’ she gasped nobly. ‘But I understand the voice of my own country.’
Back up in the gallery, a row of schoolchildren sat sullen-faced. If this was history in the making, it was of the Horrid Histories kind.
As usual, Jeremy Corbyn fluffed his response. He’d fired any slugs in his holster the night before. At one point he said Mrs May ‘needed to show leader-sip’. Yes, she needed Lemsip. Though Corbyn at least was graceful enough to express sympathy for her dodgy larynx.
For the Chancellor’s Spring Statement which followed, the PM remained seated. Philip Hammond and his opposite number, John McDonnell, volleyed statistics aimlessly around the chamber. Sunday Night At The London Palladium this was not.
At least we had Michael Gove to blow away the cobwebs during the Brexit debate. The Govester opened proceedings in place of the hoarse Prime Minister, valiantly trying to convince the House to keep No Deal on the table. He spoke lucidly for nearly an hour, aided by just a few shorthand notes.
The Tiggerish Aberdonian wound up the Scottish Nationalists a treat. ‘Part-time partitionists’ he referred to them as – then pointedly refused to take their interventions.
Angus MacNeil (SNP, Na h-Eileanan an Iar) worked himself into such a cauldron of oil at one point I thought he might blow a gasket.
Before taking her seat on the front bench she hovered for a while beside the Speaker’s chair, taking one last glance at her notes. How alone she looked. How isolated
Ex-criminal barrister Anna Soubry (Ind, Broxtowe) barracked at length that No Deal had not been taken off the table, thwacking the bench with her order paper. Mr Gove responded by saying he now knew how felt like to be cross-examined by her in court. He also said he realised why prolix lawyers such as her charge by the hour.
La Soubry’s nostrils flared with indignation. She claimed she had practised law pro bono [for the public good without a fee] ‘thanks to his cuts’. Contributions followed from the usual suspects.
Hilary Benn (Lab, Leeds East) wondered why it was considered democratic to keep asking MPs to vote on the same Brexit deal, but undemocratic to ask the public in a second referendum if they want to change their mind.
Swotty lawyer Dominic Grieve (Con, Beaconsfield) spewed forth like a talking statute book. Meanwhile, theatrical Jess Phillips (Lab, Birmingham Yardley), heckled and guffawed discourteously all day.
All of them desperate to stop Brexit.
Thanks to those idiotic Tory rebels, they may well now get their wish.
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Main photo article The Prime Minister looked spent last night. Done for. Sitting there on the front bench, she appeared totally ashen. Face like a granite slab. Eyes more piercing than a piranha.
It’s hard to see how much more of this can she put up with. The decision by her one of her own ministers to vote for an ...
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