istory comes at you fast these days. Many of us could have sworn we saw a man claiming to be the prime minister turn up inon Tuesday morning. Grinning from ear to ear. All uninfectious enthusiasm that invariably teetered into the annoying and patronising.
Many of us could also have sworn we saw another man claiming to be the prime minister talking to the same Northern Irish audience about the dangers of the protocol. How it had been a clear and present danger to the Good Friday agreement. How no right-minded person who wanted peace on the Irish mainland could have tolerated it a moment longer.
Perhaps then, we are now in a time-slip. Where familiar faces dip in and out of character. Where nothing really makes sense. Where we have slipped so far through the looking-glass we have no choice but to accept any alternative reality. Else we will all go mad. And on to this theatre of dreams stepped Rish! in the latest iteration of his PM DisConnect tour at the Coca-Cola factory in County Antrim. His chance to not really meet the people. Heaven forbid.
“Yes, Miss!,” Sunak gabbled excitedly. He called everyone Miss. Even the men. Miss wanted a quick run down on the benefits of trade. Cue another discourse on the joys of the single market.The only one that could trade directly with both the rest of the UK and the EU. If only someone had got round to telling Rish! that before Brexit, England, Scotland and Wales had also enjoyed the same benefits. There again, it was his gift to make Northern Ireland so special.