Quote of the day

From The Guardian (here):

May’s morning hadn’t got off to the best of starts with the announcement the ERG had finally managed to count up to 48 and rapidly went downhill with an endorsement from David Cameron, tweeting from the comfort of his £25,000 shed. The last thing she needed was the support of someone even more useless than her. Just. The battle to be the UK’s worst post-war prime minister is going down to the wire. Her car couldn’t even get into the Commons at the first attempt as the gates were locked and she had to circle Westminster Square. The second time in two days when she’d been trapped in a back seat. Write your own metaphors. These are the moments when you realise you’d have been better off staying in bed.

Not for the first time, prime minister’s questions provided May with 45 minutes’ respite. Anyone visiting from another planet might have thought the UK was in robust shape, rather than staggering towards self-immolation. Jeremy Corbyn had begun in shouty mode – someone must have been tampering with his allotment – but the Labour leader seemed genuinely unaware there was a Tory leadership contest going on. It’s almost as if his body clock is set 48 hours behind everyone else’s. As an Arsenal fan, he’s going to be mighty pissed off when he finds out that Spurs drew with Barcelona.