It's Grim Up North

By lynnfot

Resting

He's worried about tomorrow's vote.
He's like a dog with a bone when It comes to politics.
He's spent 90% of his life under a coalition or Tory government.
He has a German grandfather.
He doesn't want his biscuits stuck in a queue in Dover.
He wants people and dogs, mainly dogs, to decide.
Or better still MPs, to vote with their remainer hearts. 
(He thinks that whips are terrible things.)
Then, even he will be willing to obey the command to stay.

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