Is it time to abolish Questions to the PM if we have one who doesn’t answer them?
And is it time to get a new Commons Squeaker if the one we have lets Bier get away with it?
Feet On The Ground
Saturday, 21 March 2026
Questions
Drop in the ocean
Bier Smarmer’s bail-out of people who have seen the price of heating oil double is getting a raspberry response. Especially as it will go to just the bare minimum of the 1.5 million using oil.
Just those on benefits will get a sub and there’s nothing on offer for those who use other forms of heating. Even though the Fantasist of the Exchequer will be copping for over £90 zillion in windfall tax due to energy price rises.
The perfect fit
The mob searching the skies for exoplanets have found one with its atmosphere loaded with hydrogen sulphide. This is being offered as a triumph for diversity. But not somewhere astronauts would like to visit because of the smell of rotten eggs.
Which kind of ignores the fact that someone in a space suit wouldn’t be exposed to it.
Still, it sounds like a great place to send that stinker Edstone Milipede as Earth’s ambassodor.
Not really helping
Our Fantasist of the Exchequer has a case of Smarmer’s Disease if she thinks the thing to do with a flatlining economy if to put it even more at the mercy of the EFU, which will send it into a lemming plunge.
Non-event
The Daily Disaster was on a loser if it hoped to upset us with the news that Neatflix did a brutal purge on Mhegan the Muciloid. Who cares?
Absence of sense
What do you get from a council run by a minority of green grotters? A plan to put 3,500 houses at a spot where 3 counties meet at a site ruled ‘inadequate for development’ by the grotters themselves.
It’s a flood plain and there’s very little in the way of public transport and the Heritage Industry will be up in arms.
Be warned
It is not a good idea to shake hands with that bloke Hegseth, the self-styled US Secretary of War, if you’re not wearing rubber gloves. He hasn’t washed his hands properly for a decade as he reckons them germs ain’t a real thing.