It’s long been clear that in many roles centrally there are ‘nasties’ hiding at desks and in corridors, leaving us bereft of services and a sense of where to go next. Like dirty syringes or used contraception, they make it look decayed.
It’s called the Civil Service. More often than not it’s actually more like a used car forecourt. The staff are woefully inept. They don’t work to efficient timelines. The price of it always sounds too steep. The mileage isn’t there.
The PM has a job ahead of him in making it fit for purpose. He needs to get rid of phrase-driven imbeciles. The ones obsessed with the look of a newspaper. He has to root out the sovereign snatchers waiting on public money.
It’s the cringiest of office complexes. It’s too far gone. Brexit was our vote out of messes created by such inept officials and with systems too large for real, conventional use. We need to get out of such a rut for a clean break at real politics.








