In which Dame Slap Dame Slap celebrates leadership and values (sssh, don't mention the Donald) ...

Not understanding cricket - such an interminable, tedious bore - the pond is already over the wailing, the sackcloth and the ashes, and the wringing of hands, and so had to mark down Dame Slap and send her to the late evening slot.

The only redeeming feature was sure to be the chance for the pond to slip in a joke about the sublime hypocrisy that Dame Slap displays on a regular basis …

But first there needed to be a lot of righteous blather before the pay-off ...

It's a slow build, but that blather about a less chivalrous age gave the pond good cheer, strong hopes and an optimistic heart, especially as it was followed by blather about leadership. How long before the pond could the pond hold on, how long before the pond felt the need to play its hand, and throw its cards on the table with a cry of 'now there's a lay-down misère'?

Oh that's just a chivalrous tease … and now it's back to the set-up …

Oh heck, Dame Slap hasn't finished, and yet the pond can't resist. All that talk of decisive leadership and a dearth of role models, and oh how the pond had ached to remind Dame Slap of her love of the Donald ...

Misère!

Talk about role models! Talk about decisive, gracious, graceful leadership …

There's more Dame Slap rabbiting on in a righteous way, but there, it's done. 

Sure, Dame Slap might add a little cream to the coffee by citing a flabby, feeble anti-Trumpian of the quivering David Brooks kind ...

… but by then the pond was spent.

Humility, courage and respect?

What, bone spurs and a MAGA cap made in China?

What a hoot ...

The notion that Dame Slap had the first clue about leadership and values spoke volumes to the pond …and with a last cartoon it was done, and despite Dame Slap rabbiting on in a righteous way, still a lot quicker than a test cricket match ...