Last year there was a party (or more than one) in No.10 Downing Street while the rest of us were not allowed to see our friends and family. The rules were for us, but clearly not for them.
Even Her Majesty the Queen didn't have her family at Windsor Castle for what turned out to be Prince Philip's last Christmas.
Last year I did as I was told because it was the right thing to do. This year... not a bloody chance!
The Troops will be here for lunch with us, come hell or high water. Boris can bring in whatever rules he likes - I will not be abiding by them. He has lost what little authority he may have had by lying and squirming to get himself off the hook. I hope he chokes on that hook.
He's allegedly planning to bring in Plan B, whatever that means, at some point soon. Good luck with that, matey; most people will laugh in your face. Quite rightly.
Update:
We're into Plan B as of next week. Yawn.
Boris is clearly desperate to get any talk of Christmas parties off the front pages of the newspapers. Someone should tell him no-one gives a toss about Plan B, C or even Z.
He threw in yet another diversionary tactic by suggesting that the jab may become mandatory. Not for me it won't, matey.
He's really serious about getting people's minds off Downing St parties; he's chucking the kitchen sink out there.
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