Rachel Reeves just humiliated Andy Burnham – Keir Starmer will be laughing | Politics | News
Rachel Reeves was shown the door (Image: Getty)
I think there is an art to exiting the workplace, and there are two schools of this craft. The first is an honorable resignation. You saw the writing on the wall and tightened your handshake and accepted the card signed by people who probably wouldn’t miss you that much.
Grab that glass of warm prosecco and head towards the exit. “It’s been a real pleasure. Stay in touch, okay? We’ll make plans,” you say as you walk out, never hearing from anyone again.
But the second school is dismissal. A cardboard box on your desk, a bored-looking security guard and your colleagues shyly walking past you, suddenly deeply fascinated by their keyboards. I think our tearful chancellor, Rachel Reeves, was given second place.
As soon as Andy Burnham completed his walk from Manchester to the front door of No 10, he reached for the broom and swept up the woman who recently ran the nation’s coffers.
Except to imagine Mrs. Reeves, who (until recently) lived right next door to the Mancunian messiah, clinging to the doorframe with the tenacity of a sea snail.
“You can’t fire me! I’m resigning!” It may have exploded. This is the oldest face covering used by the newly overthrown generations in the book.
Yet the ever-inventive Ms. Reeves seems to have found a new way to avoid blushing.
Rumors quickly spread that he was offered another role entirely. “It’s no big deal,” fumed Sky News tycoon Beth Rigby.
And of course, he turned his nose up at that!
Big job! My mind gallops in a positive direction. What could happen? An ambassador from a sunny outpost, safely 5,000 miles away from the spreadsheet? A vanity feat with no rider, no title and certainly no budget to balance?
After his adventures with the country’s finances, I suspect that “big business” and “far from money” are two key phrases.
Whatever it was, he apparently said no. To me, a politician saying no to a concert is like a Labrador turning down a sausage; It is technically possible, but extremely contrary to the natural order.
Either someone close to her is spouting nonsense to the press, or Ms. Reeves is protecting her reputation.
“Andy wanted me, but I didn’t want him.”
Unfortunately, Ms. Reeves is heading into the political desert. Presumably somewhere out there Westminster’s removals industry is gaining another customer.
His legacy of helping out with at least one business ensured that he could ride off into the sunset with just one last slap in the face to the man who brought down his wife.
