In Jean-Paul Sartre’s play Huis Clos, three characters are chucked into a room and forced to confront their moral turpitude for eternity, with the added complication that none can resist acting as judge and jury to the others; in the film Groundhog Day reality is equally inescapable, albeit in jollier surroundings and with a furry animal on hand. I feel your bemusement: why thank you, SparkNotes, you might say, but where are we going with this?
In short: directly to hell. Longer version: nowhere good, but circuitously, via multiple grim stops connected by rail replacement buses that are driven by maniacs. To pass the time en route, we will be forced to watch repeats of Question Time and issued with brand-new copies of Titania McGrath’s Woke: A Guide to Social Justice. Occasionally the bus will stop and on will pop someone from that parody of Leave.EU’s ‘Breaking Point’ poster: Peter Bone, perhaps, or Andrew Bridgen. The one spare seat will always be next to yours.
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