Ever since I came to London 15 years ago I have always loved the constant drama of British politics. Compared with the rather dull nature of parliamentary proceedings in Berlin, it seemed exciting and entertaining. Now, though, after two years of Boris Johnson, who has taken the refreshingly confrontational style of Westminster politics and turned it into a dark pantomime, I feel like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole.
If that metaphor seems trite, let us remember that, in its purely Carrollian sense, to fall down a rabbit hole means to stumble into a bizarre and disorientating alternate reality, where black is white and white is black. And that is precisely where we are now, in the so-called “post-Johnson era”. He is gone, but he isn’t. His former colleagues are outraged about his behaviour, but nobody wants to say a bad word about him. Brexit is done, but then it isn’t, and instead needs to be saved from the traitors. Welcome to Alice’s world.
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