The tradition already established here is that the pumpkin from Halloween is turned into a head of a “Guy” and burned on the bonfire which, this year, is on November 2. Each year the debate is fierce as to who the Guy will be.
The Mrs. thinks that it should be a certain orange skinned American politician but she has #TrumpDerangementSyndrom. Wait till she sees the next T shirt I have ordered which arrives today!.
Fierce Welshman Joshua vetoes the Donald as he insists that we must burn someone who is English although last year he did allow me to burn a Mark Drakeford complete with a 20 MPH sign around his neck.
And thus a decision has been reached. As my ardently socialist mother-in-law tries an urgent series of measures to protect her estate from an inheritance tax grab we are all agreed that this year’s Guy will be chancellor Rachel Reeves. Three months ago she was hailed by the MSM as a financial genius, a trained banker and a safe pair of hands. How times change.
In fact she started her banking career as a graduate trainee and thus the idea that in six years before she went into politics she was somehow a banking BSD was always a myth. Reeves has caved to every public sector wage demand, including that of the best paid train drivers in Europe, handed billions to Ukraine and committed £22 billion to green projects and has thus discovered that her sums do not add up and she is going to have to raise a raft of taxes.
Golden geese, those who pay most in tax, are not waiting and are leaving the country. My mother-in-law has discovered some cunning 100% legit wheezes care of yours truly and entrepreneurs who create wealth are pulling in their horns. This is all so predictable. As our greatest ever Prime Minister noted, the problem with socialists is that eventually they run out of other people’s money. Reeves has gone from a safe pair of hands to a bungling clown in three months and is rightly this year’s guy at the Welsh Hovel.’