Were you lucky enough to witness Nigel Farage’s social media orgy on the day Prince Philip died?
After tripping over his forelock to let everyone know how devastated he was that a fellow patriotic non-snowflake was gone, he turned his ire on those he found wanting on the sycophantic front.
Despite it being only 9.30am in Washington he demanded to know why the US President hadn’t made public his sadness, claiming “Biden and the Democrats do not like the UK”. When, soon after, Biden offered his fulsome condolences he switched his anger to Harry and Meghan, claiming their tribute to the Duke showed “contempt” for the monarchy before telling them they would not be welcome in Britain for the funeral.
After renting his gob to an American right-wing news channel on the back of this grief-judging, the next day he switched back to whipping up hatred of migrants.
Meanwhile in Windsor, Prince Andrew came out of hiding to do a long TV interview thanking the nation for the support his family were receiving.
Imagine the gratitude families of girls sexually abused by Jeffrey Epstein would feel if he would agree to be interviewed by the FBI? Feeling secure back in the open again, the gormless golf-trolley then demanded his mum let him dress up as an admiral for his dad’s funeral to show the world what a Very Important Person he still is. Thankfully she told him to naff orf.
The most insulting part of David Cameron’s defence of his shameless lobbying of ministers for a scandal-hit money firm was his justification for meeting Saudi Arabia’s Crown Prince: “I took the opportunity to raise concerns about human rights.” I doubt he did, because the only human he was concerned with was himself.
When he was texting the Chancellor, drinking with ministers and camping with monsters, he still saw himself as a major global player, demanding the rewards that go with such status. Is there a sadder sight known to humanity than ageing men who have had a whiff of power refusing to let it go? Look at Vladimir Putin passing a law that allows him to stay Russian leader until he’s 82.
Or his Russia Today stooge, Alex Salmond, who’s rebranded himself as the new Robert The Bruce and formed a Scottish independence party despite there already being one.
Everyone would like to see him retire, preferably after finally showing contrition over his admitted “inappropriate” behaviour to women, but the deluded fool thinks we’re all desperate to see his greasy mug back on Newsnight.
Sadly we have an epidemic of male has-beens playing to a gallery they still think is fascinated by their aura. Men without a shred of self-awareness, whose vanity has deluded them into thinking the world will be poorer without them at its epicentre.
Yet in trying to remain relevant they have never looked more irrelevant. In trying to remain plugged into the Old Boys’ Network, they’ve never looked more out of the loop.
Thankfully, the only Old Boys’ network I want to belong to is the one in the corner of my local.