Bring your own boos: No they really were for him, Nadine
Incidentally, I didn’t watch much of the Jubilee celebrations over the weekend. I spent some time with my family for the first time since before Covid, and so I didn’t catch much of what had happened.
I’m aware of the news that Kim Jong-Un sent his best wishes to Her Majesty, at least. Which is lovely, isn’t it?
I saw this, too.
And it was hilarious
Once the laughter had died down, I still found myself smiling through gritted teeth over this sense of ‘deserving’; like, a prideful sense of achievement knowing that Britain has finally cottoned on to what commentators like me have been saying since the Pleistocene epoch about Boris Johnson, and pierced the veil on his populism by taking to the streets of London to ‘boo’ the insufferable little hunchback.
No, they really were booing Boris Johnson, Nadine.
These royalists and monarchists were supposed to be ‘his’ people, Nadine.
Conservatives witnessing the events will no doubt get jittery by the jeers from a crowd of fellow monarchists, and those still spineless and on the fence over Boris Johnson’s suitability for the role of Prime Minister may change their minds gazing on at the reality - perhaps for the first time - knowing that it appears that he genuinely has lost the room.