At long last, Britain has a date for its next election: July 4. We’ll get a new parliament, a new can of paint to splash over our problems, and if the polls are anything close to correct, a new prime minister. After much speculation and many rumors involving earlier (and later) dates, the announcement came on May 22.
Why then? Well, it had to happen sooner or later. Every British government has a use-by date, and this particular government shows signs of curdling. The use-by date (to switch metaphors; sorry) has been lumbering toward us like some drunken Tory uncle. So Rishi Sunak, our prime minister du jour couldn’t put it off forever. And May 22 was a pretty good day to stand outside 10 Downing Street and make the announcement.
Why? you ask ever so helpfully. (Thank you. You’re a wonderful audience.) Because it was raining, and what’s more British than standing in the rain and pretending you’re fine with it–in fact, you barely notice it. You don’t even bother with a raincoat.

Irrelevant photo: A nifty program on my phone tells me this is a daisybush. Mt eyes, however, tell me that in real life it’s more of a vibrant pink than a lavender. Ah, well, it’s only here for filler.
At least that strikes me as very British, but then I’m not really British, I only pretend to be when I’m near a keyboard, so correct me if I’m wrong. Assuming, of course, that you actually know something on the subject. If you’re even less British than I am, do jump in but don’t expect to be taken seriously.
And if you’re entirely British? I still can’t promise to take you seriously. Them’s the risks. The choice is yours.
But back to Mr. du Jour. He might’ve gone over the top with that no-raincoat thing. Most of the people I know in Britain wear raincoats when it rains, or at least use umbrellas. Some wear raincoats when it doesn’t rain, because the weather might change its mind and start hurling water out of the sky at any minute. It’s Americans who don’t wear raincoats. Based on a sample of people who’ve come to visit us, Americans don’t own raincoats. When it rains, they wear cars.
I think something more lies behind Sunak’s timing, though. I believe he looked out the window, saw the rain, and like some Roman senator asking a priest what the insides of a poor dead chicken said about the future, he turned to a consultant or three and asked if rain meant it was an auspicious day to call an election.
Sure, they said, since he pays their invoices. Absolutely.
So out he went, into the rain, and someone blasted the song “Things Can Only Get Better” throughout his press conference. It’s the song Labour used in its 1997 campaign.
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For the record, Mr. du Jour didn’t have to stand in the rain. He has access to dry, indoor spaces, known as rooms, where press conferences can be held. Just after his announcement, the opposition leader, Keir Starmer, held a press conference in exactly such a space, silently making the point that his party has enough sense to come in out of the rain.
Reporters have had fun with Sunak’s choices, which is probably their revenge for having had to stand in the rain with him while he struggled to be heard over the music. Even the papers you’d expect to be friendly ran headlines like “10 Drowning Street.” The hostile ones quoted members of Mr. du Jour’s own party who (usually anonymously) said things like, “I just don’t understand” the timing of the election, and, “This is madness.”
What they meant was, If we’d waited until the last possible moment, surely things could have only gotten better.
What the polls tell us
The polls, the tea leaves, and the chicken entrails all predict a wipeout for the Conservatives, but if you read them carefully they also say that people aren’t giddy about the Labour Party either. Or, presumably, anyone else, but Labour’s the biggest of the opposition parties, so let’s stay with them.
Labour’s 20 points ahead of the Conservatives (actual numbers may vary depending on polling methods and timing) but, surprisingly, it isn’t any more popular or trusted than it was in 2015, when the Conservatives won a big majority. Even fewer people think it has a good group of leaders or understands the country’s problems. Keir Starmer’s popularity is right up there–or down there–with last week’s bacon sandwich. You know the one: you wrapped it in a paper napkin and put it in the refrigerator, knowing you’d never eat it but convinced that if you waited until it was inedible you wouldn’t be wasting perfectly good food.
Okay, the polls didn’t mention the bacon sandwich, but the head of Ipsos, one of the main polling agencies, said, “Starmer’s personal ratings are the lowest Ipsos has eve rseen for an opposition leader who’s so far ahead in the overall voting intention. It is more disgust at the Tories [that’s another name for the Conservatives–you’re welcome] than delight at what Labour offer that is driving politics.”
So how’s the campaign going?
Things have indeed gotten better, at least for anyone who appreciates absurdity. Mr. du Jour made a campaign stop in Northern Ireland’s Titanic Quarter, and until social media went batshit, nobody on his staff seemed to notice that the symbolism wasn’t what they’d hoped for.
But politics isn’t made by sinking ships alone, so Mr du Jour added a new policy to the doormat of unfulfilled old promises: elect us, he said, and we’ll reinstate national service (that’s a polite term for the draft). Eighteen-year-olds will have to either serve a year in the military or find a charity willing to put up with them for a year’s worth of weekends. Or something along those lines. Details to be worked out later. Or not, since his party is unlikely to get re-elected.
It’s all pretty sketchy–he didn’t announce it until he couldn’t be expected to follow through –but the sketch has been enough to set people screaming. And by people I don’t mean people I happen to know and agree with. A former chief of the naval staff–who, to be clear, I don’t hang out with–called the plan “bonkers.” Defence needs more money, he said, and this would suck money out. A former chief of the general staff called it “electoral opportunism.” And a former Tory defence minister said, “I very much doubt whether it’s been thought through.”
That’s not unlikely. Just two days before the plan was announced, the current defence minister said the government wasn’t planning to reinstate national service in any form. It “could damage morale, recruitment and retention, and would consume professional military and naval resources.” And if that wouldn’t be enough of a deterrent, it “would be difficult to find a proper and meaningful role for” the draftees.
I’m sure if you asked him today, he’d tell you it’s a great plan.
Meanwhile, in other electoral news
Back in early May, which now seems like a lifetime ago, London was electing a mayor, and one candidate, Count Binface, got more votes than the hard right Britain First Party.
Count Binface? He’s a guy who runs for office periodically, appearing in a costume that includes a garbage bin that goes on his head. It’s worth following the link to see a picture. I’m sure his candidacy explains a lot about British politics, although I can’t figure out what, so let’s stick with fact: he more or less replaces the late, lamented Screaming Lord Sutch, of the Monster Raving Loony Party, who was a hard act to follow, having bagged the all-time best name.
The count does his best, however. On his website, he not only brags about beating Britain First, he also claims (accurately if not entirely fairly) to have gotten more votes for mayor of London than Rishi Sunak got for prime minister. The reason it’s not quite fair is that Sunak didn’t run for prime minister. That takes his vote count down to zero. One of the many quirks of the British political system is that if a party with a large enough parliamentary majority dethrones or otherwise mislays its prime minister, it can choose a new one without holding an election or in any other way consulting the electorate. All they have to do is follow their own rules to slip one into place. So our last two prime ministers, Rishi Sunak and Liz Tress, were chosen by the small number of people who voluntarily and inexplicably made themselves members of the Conservative Party.
But life in Britain isn’t all about politics
I’d call this light relief, but maybe the election’s light relief and this is the sober stuff. Your call.
In Cheshire, someone brought a closed box into an animal hospital and explained that she’d rescued a baby hedgehog from the roadside but was worried about it, because it wasn’t touching the cat food she’d set in there for it. To keep from stressing it, she hadn’t touched it when she picked it up, just scooped it into the box, and she’d barely allowed herself to peek in, but she’d seen enough to be worried: it hadn’t “moved or pooped all night.”
The veterinarians boldly opened the box and found the bobble top from a gray knit cap. It was, as described, not eating, moving, or pooping, and they were unable to revive it, but somebody involved did leak the story to the press.
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It seems at the moment that it’s difficult to separate the two main parties in simiarity so whomever wins we could still have a Tory in Charge. I for one hope so, as I don’t want my taxes to take a beating and for the National Debt to climb any higher, which it usually does under a Labour Government.
Actually all I really want is for the Reform Party to lose all it’s deposits so we don’t end up with a Government of Compromise whereby they have to rely on Reform Support to get legislation through. I fear what will happen if my Couintry decides to follow the American swing to the Far Right. they’re quite welcome to keep Nigel Farage over there. Hugs
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After reading that, I’m ready to go hide under the bed. You’re right–Labour is becoming Tory Light. If they turn out to be moderately competent, it’ll be an improvement. Lord Google, however, tells me that in the postwar years, Conservative governments have borrowed more than Labour ones: https://www.taxresearch.org.uk/Blog/2021/06/24/the-tories-have-always-borrowed-more-than-labour-and-always-repaid-less-they-are-the-party-of-big-deficit-spending/
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That announcement! I almost spat my tea all over the TV because I was laughing so much. The only thing to make it funnier would’ve been Larry the cat spraying on the lectern. Even he had the sense to wait until the rain had calmed down before coming out!
I have a friend whose theory was that he wondered whether to have a person holding the umbrella for him, but then decided that we plebs probably don’t have umbrella holders so it would make him look like one of us if he also didn’t.
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Thanks for starting my morning out with a good laugh. Larry the Cat missed a trick there. I’d have been happy to hold the umbrella for him, even if it meant getting soaked myself.
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Sorry, I meant that Sunak was the one who decided that plebs don’t have umbrella holders etc. Larry already knows that. Hence why he went out after the rain had calmed down. And yes, I’d happily hold an umbrella for Larry. Not so much for any member of the cabinet.
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Right–I was clear about Sunak, the plebs, and the umbrella. I just thought I’d make a useless gesture toward keeping Larry dry,, out of sympathy for what he has to put up with.
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I don’t think he cares. He just shares space with whoever, yet does what he wants. Just like all cats, really!
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I guess it’s a sign of how ge-fucked the political climate around 10 Downing Street has become that I’m looking to a cat for political sanity. That’s not really a sensible approach, is it?
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It really isn’t! It’s probably part of their World Domination plan.
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Oh. That. Right. It’s so easy to forget about that. I mean, the sun just came out, I’ve had lunch. You know. I’ll just sail on happily over the cliff.
Waterfall. I can’t sail over a cliff.
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In my entire life, I don’t think I ever voted for someone I actually liked…just going for the least awful. So depressing…
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I think I only got to one, a senator from Minnesota, Paul Wellstone, who was a genuinely decent human being. I disagreed with one or two of his votes but do at least think he came by his positions on them honestly. He was, unfortunately, killed in a plane crash while he was campaigning and a lot of people around the state mourned him. For months, you could see his signs out in people’s yards with a line a black electrical tape on them.
I don’t think I’ve voted for anyone else I truly wanted to vote for since.
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The number of fumbles in the Tory election announcement and campaign already has me looking forward to even more slapstick ridiculousness that I hope ends with a catastrophic pratfall.
The thing about the National Service proposal that has lingered with me longest is the insistence on demonising the younger generations as if they are the source of all of society’s ills. It wasn’t the youth of the nation who voted for Brexit.
I must thank you for an early morning chuckle because I don’t think you have ever made a more true observation than ” Americans don’t own raincoats. When it rains, they wear cars.”
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Laura, I did hope someone would like that joke. Thanks for letting me know. I hate to be the only person laughing at my own jokes.
On national service, there are memes making the rounds about everyone who makes it to 67 having to serve in the paratroopers. It makes roughly as much sense and is almost as well thought through. My one regret about this lot being kicked out of government (as I assume they will be) is that no one else is likely to be such a gift to satirists. What will everyone do with their spare time?
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Well Mr. Richy Sunak
you shoulda wore an anorak,
a Tory ‘wet’ without a coat,
never gonna get my vote.
Hopefully you know about Thatcher’s wets and dries or this isn’t making any sense.
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I had to look it up. Thanks for providing the hint.
I have seen–I think it was a tee shirt someone was wearing that said, “Never kissed a Tory.” It didn’t quibble over degrees of saturation, but it did make me laugh.
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Alas (??) the American representative of the Monster Raving Loony Party now has to check “yes” next to “Have you ever been convicted of a felony?” when he needs to renew his passport. In fact, apparently some countries refuse to allow felons to enter their borders.
I remember Paul Wellstone. Being from Ohio I never voted for him, but I recall he was thought well enough of that I knew about it in Ohio.’
I did see a clip Mr DuJour’s speech (either on BBC America or The PBS Newshour) and took a minute to realize it didn’t just LOOK like it was raining.
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My first thought when I saw Mr. du Jour was, Who threw what at him? It was clearly covering too much expensive suit for an egg.
I’ve never seen anything like the response after Paul Wellstone died–a candlelight vigil with his campaign bus parked nearby; all the yard signs outlined in black electrical tape. He was a rare breed.
The thing about the Monster Raving Loony Party–which I suspect wouldn’t translate well to US politics–is that they knew they were absurd. They cultivated insanity. I just don’t think it’d fly in the US. The closest thing we had in the US was Abbie Hoffman, and the Yippies, but it just wasn’t the same.
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….and on the 4th of July!
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Yeah. I’m not sure what went into that choice for a date. Probably as little thought as went into the choice to announce it in the pouring rain.
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i thought you were kidding about count binface til i followed the link. Priceless! Also i would vote for a bacon sandwich here in America but none are running. Sigh..
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I’m going to–with great reluctance–vote for Biden. I’m still a citizen. And a vegetarian. I don’t know where that leaves me on the bacon sandwich vote. It’d be another damn compromise between ethics and practicality.
Sadly, I don’t have the sort of mind that could make up Count Binface. But there’s this strand of lunacy that runs through British politics, and I love it. When we first moved here, they had not just the Monster Raving Loony Party but also the–I think it was the Yogic Flying Party. Something along those lines, and I suspect they were serious about it, but we heard about them both on the news when we were driving and just about wrecked the car.
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To think it was because of a Bacon Sandwich we ended up with 14 years of Tory chaos.
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Good point. If that isn’t the silliest reason for losing an election–
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Personally, I don’t think Labour is any better.
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I’m disgusted by the direction Starmer’s taking Labour in, but I do think they’ll be better than the current lot.To begin with, a marginal amount of competence would be a huge change.
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The hedgehog lady should’ve gone to Specsavers:
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Quite possibly. Or been a little bolder about looking at what she had.
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Sounds like Britian is rooting around the rubbish bin looking for the least stinky politicians to use.
We should form some cross Atlantic study groups where regular Brits and Americans brainstorm plans to save both of our democracies from going stale, or in the U.S.’s, possibly rabid. Thankfully all my shots are up to date!
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I hadn’t thought about vaccinations, but yes, keep those shots up to date. So far, I’m not impressed with anybody–and I seem to be (as so seldom happens) in the majority on that.
Let’s get that cross-continent study group going!
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If there is not a Conservative majority, does Mr. Sunak go back to being a regular MP? (Assuming he wins a seat.) Or does he not get to run because he’s PM?
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Prime ministers are MPs, and if he keeps his seat he’ll be (how humiliating) a plain old MP. If he loses his seat, however…
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I love thee story about the non-responsive ‘hedgehog’. Bless that person for trying to save it!!!
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It is touching. And a little dotty.
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