...CALL ME DAVE CALLS IT A DAYBut like everything else that attends the Houses of Parliament in this antiquated kingdom, people like Eton Dave can't just resign and let his constituents down... you know, those people who bothered to vote for him back in May last year. Those people who thought he wanted to be their MP.
So people like Dave are offered a position as a sheriff and steward of some ancient Manor that doesn't exist and whose duties are zero, but the holder of which, in the mists of time that Westminster exists in, could not be both that and an MP. And so the upshot is that, without any notice at all, they get to go, complete with pensions and what have you. (I should say that I was under the impression that it was the Queen who did this appointing lark, but it seems to have fallen to the boring bean counter, the funeral director of Downing Street. I hope the ceremony was short otherwise everyone will have fallen asleep.)
It serves Cameron right that he lost his job. He decided to offer a referendum on the EU, which was fairly far down most people's list of worries, in order to save the Tories from their barking mad right wing Europe haters that have been a pain in all prime ministers' backsides since Heath's day.
He did it, and then told us that it could cause world war three if we voted to come out. What kind of muppet, aware of the possibility of a world war, leaves the decision that might preempt it, to untrained, unqualified people to make at the behest of batshit mad headlines in the lurid lower organs of what passes for the press in this benighted place?
This blog wishes him well in his retirement, as we would almost everyone. But we didn't like him. We said years ago that he would be a terrible prime minister for ordinary people, and we were right. Not half bright enough and too far removed from any notion of normality.
As we predicted, he was not a success. He did nothing that was in anyway impressive. His legacy was supposed to be the Big Society. It is in fact the Broken Society.