When is a party not a party?

Imagine having a party that was so good, you could not quite remember if you went, or if it was at your house.

I have been to my fair share of crazy parties, and there are several I would like to forget, but I have never gone to a party where the host and those in attendance had what can only be described as a sort of collective amnesia the day after the said party had taken place. Do Downing Street parties end with a forcible repression of memories that all the guests and indeed the host is subjected to? Umm. I wonder.

What will Boris and his mates do to explain this strange phenomenon that happened not once but three times? They will do what they will always do. They will lie, and lie, and lie. And they will continue to lie, because that is what they do.

The lies could be laughable if it were not for the seriousness of the situation. How much longer is the British public going to allow these dangerous men and women to continue to rule this country? When are we going to all, as a collective, see the light?

Should Boris resign over this? He should have resigned lots of times by now, but he won't. He is too arrogant for that.

So, we must wait and hope that the opposition grows a backbone and becomes a party people can once again vote for because if they do not, I have no idea where this madness is going to end.