In which the pond can't let go of the bromancer ...

Irresistible, and some couldn't resist …

But how to explain being married to a congenital liar, who lies on a daily basis in service of the Donald? A Divine Mystery, too deep for the pond, and so to the occasional Sunday bonus, and as always, it features the musings of the romancer ...

Of course this day the lizard Oz changed its digital edition to try to attract the geriatrics with nothing to do on a Sunday, and the news was grim …

What could have brought things to this pretty pass? Could it have been the unremitting stream of lies and devious skullduggery indulged in by leavers?

Could it be the hysterical press,  shouting hysterical lines like "If Britain finally stays in the EU, it will be the single greatest defeat for British sovereignty, and for British democracy, in that nation's modern history. Britain will be humiliated and the very idea of Britain will be humiliated."

Oh steady on, hysterical loon regurgitating tosh, didn't they just bugger up the rugger, and get humiliated in a way that tore the nation's heart apart? Well, at least until some warm beer settles them down …

But devoted bromancer readers will already have guessed where the hysteria came from, but there's plenty more hysteria to share around before we get there ...

Ah, the British bulldog, pluck, wot wot, the German swine, the weakling French, the battle of Britain, and there's nothing like living a life time ago in the past. Whatever happened to Napoleon and the Duke of Wellington and Nelson and Trafalgar and Drake and the wicked Spanish? Well if you're going to make it a full dreaming, and drag in the deep past, you should go the full hog, but say, how's this, a saucy Oz director has done young Hotspur? Is there no end to the infamy?

Well, the pond just had to insert  a few cartoons to get through the lot of it … because there is a lumpen, leaden lot to swallow, and perhaps then regurgitate …

Ah yes, the Donald, always ready to help, especially Nige … making plans for Nigel, the Donald only wants the best for him, Nigel just needs that helping hand, and if he says he's happy, he must be happy, because he certainly likes to speak …

But isn't it strange how the Donald can tweet away, and that's okay, but every other day of the week, the reptiles are full of grievances about social media and echo chambers, though it's hard to imagine a better echo chamber than the bunker occupied by the lizards of Oz ...

That is, kindly put a distortion, and just as politely, might be described as a lie …forget the Graudian, forget Corbyn, just do the numbers …

Bloomberg here, and there have been plenty of other analyses since, reaching the same or even worse conclusions, but why change the habit of lying once you've got into the full swing of it?

Actually, poor old May was sunk by the ambitions of Boris, the dead in the ditch man, who suddenly sprang to life and jumped out of the ditch the very next day … as did most of the hard-liners who'd worked so hard to derail May, swallowing all the lies they'd told, and with a brand new set of lies freshly minted for the occasion.

But the pond doesn't mind, it's only in it for the cartoons …

Of course there's more at the Graudian here … but in the meantime the pond has recovered the strength to go on ...

Oh dear, the thugby leaguers got walloped by the kiwis - here have some fush and chupps and a flugging, just like the tattered, battered lions got booted out of the park - but the pond only mentions that because there are some silly tossers out there who care, and think it means something …

More to the point is that talk of the Donald …

The Donald can't wait to do over the Poms … as the pond was recently reminded by reading a piece in the NYRB about the battle between the Poms and the Yanks for supremacy in the Middle East (sorry, inside the paywall here).

Well there's just time for another cartoon before the full-blown hysteria sets in …

And now here comes the hysteria the pond promised at the very beginning ...

Yep, it must have come from reading "we'll all be rooned, said Hanrahan" in primary school, though it's passing strange how the reptiles see roon in chimera like Brexit, and see only fraud and fake news in climate science. It's another of those Deeply Divine Mysteries that passeth the pond's understanding, but luckily, all things pass, and so does this romancer piece ...

What a splendid climactic bout of excess, perhaps on the Baz Luhrmann principle that nothing exceeds like excess …

If only the bromancer could be persuaded to put a bucket on his head and go sit in the middle of the road …

And now, as the pond didn't have to work hard to drag the Donald into the story, a few more cartoons evoking the future tone, tenor and likely outcomes for the NHS, chickens, beef, and pharmaceuticals in UK-US relations, or at least good material for a Jimmy Kimmel skit …