So, this aint good

Last night, Boris Johnson was admitted to hospital.  His symptoms of Covid-19 hadn’t gone away in 11 days and they wanted to run routine tests.

At 7pm this evening, Johnson was admitted to intensive care.  He is, apparently, conscious and it’s a precaution in case he needs to go on a ventilator.

Before I get into the politics of this, a quick personal word.  As long time readers will know, I’m not, by any stretch of the imagination, a fan of my PM.  However, I wanted him out of office through losing an election or a vote of no confidence from the Tories.  I, of course, hope that he doesn’t need to be put on a ventilator and makes a full recovery.

With that said, this is a problem.  We don’t have a deputy Prime Minister.  Nor do we have a clear line of succession.  The law is that the leader of the biggest party in the Commons is invited by the Queen to be Prime Minister.  That’s it.

So, if Johnson does die, or if he recovers but not well enough to resume being PM, who the fuck knows what will happen.

For now, Dominic Rabb, as the designated person to do so, is the interim PM.  Is this good news?  Well, as Brexit Secretary he announced his amazement to find out that Dover was important for importing and exporting goods.  You work it out.

Will