Book description
Set at the time of the Golden Jubilee, My Prime Ministers and I is
exactly what satire is supposed to be, a ruthless and hilarious lampoon
of Tony Blair and England s Political class. Tired of being continuously
undermined by her supposedly loyal Ministers, Queen Elizabeth abdicates,
as do her immediate successors. The Ministers are delighted as they are
now able to act as if they were royalty without the embarrassment of
being measured against the real thing. But things do not work out quite
as the politicians anticipated. The Queen now lives in Canada, from
where she subtly plots against the British Government, and if that were
not bad enough for the Administration in London, the populace of Great
Britain had the impertinence to start voicing their opinions on the
direction events were taking - a development not necessarily to the
taste of the ruling elite, who viewed such manifestations of democratic
opinion to be nothing short of seditious... giving the lower orders the
vote was one thing but actually listening to them was out of the
question, and, unfortunately, that is the sort of logic which can start
a revolution. Dividing her time between Canada and Virginia, Elizabeth
II orchestrates the situation much as a conductor would a Mozart
symphony. The London politicians may have possessed the power, but what
chance would they stand against a woman through whose veins ran a
thousand years of skulduggery? Set at the time of the Golden Jubilee,
My Prime Ministers and I is exactly what satire is supposed to be, a
ruthless and hilarious lampoon of Tony Blair and England s Political
class. Tired of being continuously undermined by her supposedly loyal
Ministers, Queen Elizabeth abdicates, as do her immediate successors.
The Ministers are delighted as they are now able to act as if they were
royalty without the embarrassment of being measured against the real
thing. But things do not work out quite as the politicians anticipated.
The Queen now lives in Canada, from where she subtly plots against the
British Government, and if that were not bad enough for the
Administration in London, the populace of Great Britain had the
impertinence to start voicing their opinions on the direction events
were taking - a development not necessarily to the taste of the ruling
elite, who viewed such manifestations of democratic opinion to be
nothing short of seditious... giving the lower orders the vote was one
thing but actually listening to them was out of the question, and,
unfortunately, that is the sort of logic which can start a revolution.
Dividing her time between Canada and Virginia, Elizabeth II orchestrates
the situation much as a conductor would a Mozart symphony. The London
politicians may have possessed the power, but what chance would they
stand against a woman through whose veins ran a thousand years of
skulduggery?
