Smoke gets in your eyes ... hopefully

It’s not easy being in government. You want people to support the Brexit plan. (Blimey, they voted for it, didn't they?) Well, they must know that the plans you have in mind will be good for them. Full stop.
Why on earth would voters need to know anything about what might be in the plans?

Wanting answers all the time surely goes against the principles of democracy. After all, you are the government, a v e r y busy government without the time to tell everyone about everything.
And the government deserves to be trusted to do the right thing for them, or us, or somebody.
Smokescreens are an excellent way to divert unnecessary curiosity. So, as befits a good government, there’ve been enough of them recently to challenge oxygen breathers in most electorates. Importantly, they’ve kept the newspapers happy.
There have been those torrid boys-will-be-boys shocks, when males in important, er, roles in public life dared to respond to modern misses in modern little-for-the-imagination styles.

Touched a knee!

One outrage sent up a very dark bellow of smoke – it involved a dreadful fellow who actually touched the knee of one of the innocent gender.
Others expressed signs to maidens of an interest in mating. Filthy brutes.
The smoke was clearing but the Irish helped with some little Gaelic smoke emissions culminating in an important resignation by … well, who remembers yesterday’s news today.
A cry went up for more smoke and the royals came to the rescue ...
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