Drinking the last chance saloon dry, partying Boris Johnson should be increasingly worried that time is about to be called on his unruly premiership.
The molten public and political backlash against the PM's latest merry-making, Johnson playfully clinking glasses in Downing Street's garden while lecturing the rest of the country not to go within a dead body's length of others and a maximum one-person-outside at that, is the roar of disgust.
No tousling of the blond barnet, no words of Greek or absurd chat about Peppa Pig or even starting World War Three will get the great charlatan off the giant hook he's impaled on.
Because he's discovered the hard way that an unprincipled politician can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but they can't fool all of the people all of the time.
And voters taken for fools want revenge, a head on a silver platter, when they realise there were taken for fools... and the head they want is Johnson's.
Hiding the truth about parties then trying to hide behind Sue Gray's inquiry is both self-destructive and cowardly.
Self-destructive when lies and cover-ups ignore the old advice to stop digging when in a hole.
Had Johnson half-admitted and apologised for partying when the first bashes were revealed last month, the controversy might, just might, be over. Accepting short-term pain produces long-term gain.
Instead he's buried himself by leaping into the cab of a JCB and enlarging that hole into a cavern swallowing him up.
And cowardly when Johnson frantically twists, contorts and deceives to avoid uncomfortable truths. There aren't enough hours in the day for him to apologise personally to everybody who couldn't say goodbye to a loved one or attend a funeral to follow the rules the ruler imposed then ignored.
Angry Conservative MPs on the end of hostility from voters know the only way to staunch the party charges is to axe the host, an election-winning leader in 2019 transformed into a liability in 2022 and probably 2023 and 2024.
Attempting to legitimise sleaze, defending Owen Paterson, followed by the mishandling of responses to endless parties illustrate the poor judgement of a Johnson who always acted as if rules were for little folk inferior to him.
Those MPs fear in the Year of the Squeeze, tax rises and soaring energy prices consuming living standards, the British electorate will not forget or forgive the carouser-in-chief's partying and lies.
Demanding sacrifices from the public then running Whitehall as party central will be Johnson's undoing.
He deserves to be kicked out of the saloon for 150,000 Covid deaths, a disastrous Brexit or 101 other crimes.
And what a delicious irony his old mucker Dominic Cummings, a Brexit co-conspirator, is orchestrating the campaign to topple him.
When he's crying into his beer, Johnson will still be blaming everybody else.
Infamy! Infamy! They've all got it in for me!
Lies have a habit of catching up with liars. Johnson has nobody left to lie to when an entire nation recognises he's incapable of telling the truth.
