The Secretary of State for Northern Ireland, aptly named Brokenshire, has been lampooned for his handling of the current round of talks and whilst he has hardly inspired public confidence with his low profile and even lower sense of authority the political impasse is not of his making.
Wasn't it a remarkable feat of linguistic ability that five political parties, a secretary of state and an Irish foreign minister could talk to each other for four months and apparently not say anything which any of them found remotely interesting?
Had Theresa May inherited a more comfortable majority from David Cameron last July, I’m pretty sure that she wouldn’t have picked James Brokenshire to replace Theresa Villiers (remember her?) as secretary of state.
Despite being out of primary school teaching for a decade and a half, the last day of June never fails to stir in me a long-conditioned response – a little frisson of something between relief and regret.
Turning on the BBC evening news last week I watched incredulously as some young man bragged about taking over a car park for an Eleventh Night bonfire and somehow he bizarrely tried to claim the moral high ground by saying this action was part of his culture.