Living in cuckoo land has its great, electrifying moments.
The trust rating of our most honourable prime minister has improved.
I see.
Actually I really do not see or understand.
What does this make us, all us inhabitants of this island? Besides cuckoo I imagine it proves we are after all a bit crooked. We love people who accept crooks and who choose, embrace and trust implicitly, crooked associates.
And the cuckoo bangs his head against the wall.