In the days when live variety was the main form of entertainment, the old Glasgow Empire theatre was regarded as a tough gig by nervous performers.

An audience of miners, shipyard workers and less well-off families scrubbed up after a hard week’s graft and grime, had a few pints and expected to be entertained in return for forking out their hard-earned cash.

English double act Mike and Bernie Winters were so unfunny that they never stood a chance at the Empire. The suave Mike would come on at first with his patter which was met with stony silence. Then big Bernie would poke his head full of prominent teeth through the curtain and utter his catchphrase “Choochie Face.”

Again silence. Apart from one loud comment from the front row, in exasperation, “Oh no, there’s two of them.” Well, he said something a bit stronger than Oh no, but the line was exactly what I thought this week when a woman with the delightful Christian name of Annunziata made a speech calling for “a political revolution at the ballot box.”

Her surname? Rees-Mogg. That’s right, Jacob’s younger sister.

Aargh, there’s two of them!

There must be worse things in politics than two Rees-Moggs. But I just can’t think of anything at the moment. Except perhaps that Annunziata made her speech as she joined the new Brexit Party formed by Nigel Farage, the wealthy businessman who has made a career out of losing Westminster elections but puts the “fear of God” into its politicians and is indulged by broadcasters as he wins campaigns to get Britain their country back.

Farage has abandoned UKIP and formed the Brexit Party. There are so many parties in Britain now that if a European election is held, there could soon be one for every voter.

The following all exist now: Lib Dems, UKIP, the Brexit Party, Change UK (which the Tory and Labour dissidents who broke away have formed) Renew, The Radical Party,

The Bring a Carry out Party. Ok, I made that last one up, but such is the mess of British politics now, it may only be a matter of time.

Then there’s the Conservatives and Labour, but it’s hard to call them two parties anymore. The Corbynistas are under challenge in Labour, but it’s the Tories who are really riven apart. What, for example, does Ken Clarke have in common with Mark Francois, whose brief stint with the TA allows him to describe himself as a “soldier who wasn’t trained to lose.”

The Tory right is dictating the agenda now, with Rees-Mogg and Francois dominating the airwaves with others, including Boris Johnson.

Ah Boris! The man who once said : “My chances of being PM are about as good as the chances of finding Elvis on Mars” but whose naked ambition is such that you wouldn’t trust him to succeed Darcey Bussell as a judge on Strictly because you know he’d vote dancing only depending on what benefitted him.

The strange thing is that this motley crew of Brexiteers appear to have the agenda in the palms of their hands. Possibly, I think, because there is a jingoistic mood among more and more people in England that they want out of the EU now. I stress England, and would suggest that English Nationalism isn’t really too focused on what impact this is all having on the rest of the UK.

Despite all the words about the precious Union, they’ll not think twice about putting themselves first.

And so, the Brexit mess shows no sign of ending. We’ve just been reading about scientists discovering an image of a black hole. One definition I read is: A black hole is a region of spacetime exhibiting such strong gravitational effects that nothing—not even particles and electromagnetic radiation such as light—can escape from inside it.”

Sounds like Brexit.

On Monday evening I watched with great sadness as fire engulfed the Cathedral at Notre-Dame. There was something very unsettling, disconcerting even, about seeing this historic building being destroyed. With its centuries of art, culture and worship, this place of faith is a symbolic host of many of the things we have clung to in hope in our past. To see it melting before our eyes was a scarey feeling of loss of that past in Holy Week.

As the spire collapsed, a little bit of my heart sank too. It was hard, but important, to remind oneself that it is not buildings, but our God in our hearts that is really important in the message of Easter.

The palace of Westminster is not burning literally; but the so-called mother of parliament’s role in modern democracy is being openly called into question. It’s a metaphorical destruction and the UK is breaking apart in plain sight.

What, though, would elections solve? If the referendum was run again, would it heal any divisions, and what sort of Government would be in power if there was a General Election?

In Northern Ireland, we will also head to the polls, for both the European and Council elections. Conversely, there isn’t the plethora of parties here that Britain has and it’s more likely that our old traditional divides will dominate the voting.

So, what are the issues here? Brexit and a Border poll, even in an election to a European parliament which we’re heading out of. And even then, and with no Assembly up and running for over two years, the voters won’t punish our local politicians.

Have you asked what you’re voting for at the Council elections?

So far, I’ve had two candidates only on my doorstep. One valiantly tried to explain the rates increase and the system behind it, and it’s clearly an issue for many people who are now faced with scandalous increases.

Claims by one of his rival’s party that they tried to have zero increase didn’t wash with me. What were they doing for the months the budgets were being put together, and was the proposal at the meeting to set the rate made too late, clearly designed as an election slogan?

The amalgamation of Councils was supposed to save us money, but we’re landed with massive increases every year. And why?

Another candidate said he’d not found rates an issue while canvassing, but people were vexed about the uncertainty over Brexit and the lack of activity at Stormont.

Between Councils who don’t seem to work for us, and Assembly which doesn’t even sit, Westminster MPs half of whom don’t attend, and a vote for MEPs to a place that was already remote but will soon become totally irrelevant, it’s no wonder that the people have become disillusioned and disconnected with politics.

All this at a time when attention is needed on our health service, education, jobs and all the other matters which affect people’s day-to-day lives.

Instead of voting “for the Union or against the Union” if we voted on these real issues instead, it really would be the “political revolution at the ballot box” that Annunziata Rees-Mogg refers to.

This time, though, I get the feeling there’s more chance of Des O’Connor getting a laugh at the Glasgow Empire.