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Keir Starmer: The Bus Driver Taking the Ousted Tory Cabinet Home

Keir Starmer: The Bus Driver Taking the Ousted Tory Cabinet Home

Imagine a cold, dreary evening in London. The city is soaked in a persistent drizzle, the kind that seeps into your bones and turns the streets into a maze of shimmering reflections. Keir Starmer, having traded his role as Prime Minister for that of a bus driver, finds himself in an unexpected position: chauffeuring the recently ousted Tory cabinet members home. 

As he navigates the dimly lit streets, the bus lurches with a purposeful slowness, giving Keir ample time to offer each former minister a few carefully chosen words as they disembark at their respective stops.

The Ride of Reckoning: Keir Starmer's Final Words to the Tory Cabinet

1. Rishi Sunak - Former Prime Minister

As the bus approaches a posh neighborhood, Keir Starmer slows to a stop. Rishi Sunak rises, his once-confident demeanor slightly deflated.

Keir smirks slightly as he opens the door. “Ah, Rishi. Remember when you thought running the country was like running your hedge fund? Turns out the numbers don’t always add up, do they? Good luck balancing the books at home, and don’t forget—some of us know how to budget without cutting public services.”

Suella Braverman - Former Home Secretary

Next up, the bus halts in front of a heavily gated residence. Suella Braverman gathers her belongings, looking as stern as ever.

Keir offers a polite nod. “Suella, I hope your trip home is a bit more welcoming than the policies you championed. Just a tip—if you want to build a fence around your garden, maybe make sure it’s not electrified. Not everyone’s trying to break in.”

Jeremy Hunt - Former Chancellor of the Exchequer

The bus rolls up to a quiet, well-to-do street where Jeremy Hunt prepares to alight.

Keir, with a hint of sarcasm, says, “Jeremy, I hope the spreadsheets at home are easier to manage than the ones at the Treasury. If not, I hear there’s an app for that—perhaps it’s time to consider a side hustle in tech?”

Boris Johnson - Former Prime Minister

The bus jerks to a stop in front of an eclectic, disheveled house that somehow reflects the chaos of its owner. Boris Johnson bounds to the front of the bus, his hair as unkempt as ever.

Keir raises an eyebrow. “Boris, your stop. Just remember, not everything can be brushed off with a joke and a Latin phrase. When the party's over, someone has to clean up the mess. Luckily for you, this time, it’s not your responsibility.”

Priti Patel - Former Secretary of State for the Home Department

As the bus reaches a polished suburban home, Priti Patel stands, ready to leave.

Keir offers a thin smile. “Priti, home sweet home. You can rest easy now, knowing there’s no one left to deport. Maybe take a break from the hardline policies and try some gardening instead—plants tend to thrive with a little nurturing, not punishment.”

Michael Gove - Former Secretary of State for Levelling Up, Housing and Communities

Next, the bus arrives at a prim, proper townhouse. Michael Gove, always the schemer, steps forward.

Keir tilts his head slightly. “Michael, here we are. Perhaps now you can focus on leveling up your own life. Just remember, not every problem can be solved with a PowerPoint presentation. Maybe try to live in one of those communities you were so keen on leveling?”

Jacob Rees-Mogg - Former Leader of the House of Commons

The bus glides to a halt in front of a grand, old-fashioned estate. Jacob Rees-Mogg, still an image of Victorian elegance, rises.

Keir, with mock courtesy, remarks, “Mr. Rees-Mogg, or should I say, the Right Honourable Member for the 19th Century. I trust your journey back in time will be pleasant. Do take care—this modern world can be so dreadfully inconvenient, can’t it?”

Liz Truss - Former Prime Minister

Finally, the bus stops at a modest, but well-kept home. Liz Truss stands, her expression a mix of defiance and resignation.

Keir smiles knowingly. “Liz, I think this is your stop. A shorter ride than you might have expected, but then again, you did promise to move things quickly. Take care, and remember—stability is just as important as speed. And maybe next time, read the manual before pressing the accelerator.”

The Last Stop: A Quiet Victory

As the last of the Tory cabinet members steps off the bus, Keir Starmer closes the doors with a satisfied sigh. The bus, now empty, seems lighter somehow, as if the weight of their collective ambition has lifted. 

He drives on, the city quiet around him, a slight smile playing on his lips. It’s been a long journey, but at least he’s the one still at the wheel, guiding the bus—and perhaps, in his own way, the country—toward a better destination.

___ Jamie

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