Last week Theresa May was predicted to win 100 seats. Today, her personal approval rating is now 34 points behind Jeremy Corbyn’s.
Life comes at you fast.
If anything it’s almost inspirational. Here’s me going to pieces at my job over stuff that doesn’t matter when Theresa May’s out there, having lost her party it’s majority in Parliament, avoided being turfed out of her job by those she was leading, had to arrange a new government deal just to keep things moving and now has until Monday to prepare for the most difficult negotiations in a generation.
I mean I may utterly despise her as a politician and would despise her as a human being if she was one as opposed to the android she clearly is, and have taken great personal joy in relentlessly mocking her for all of the above given she mostly did all of it to herself, but if I were in her situation I’d be down to the swill at the bottom of my 8th bottle of Jack Daniels and buried halfway to my neck in Ben & Jerry’s ice cream half-melted by my tears.
I still want her gone as soon as possible so I never have to even think about her ever again, but the point kind of still stands.