IT will always end in tears...

Historians have consistently pointed out about the highs and lows of politics.

The images of high-voltage tears are now firmly embedded in our hearts and minds.

We were all surprised with the rarely-seen-in public humanity of the now ironically ‘outgoing’ Theresa May.

If only we had seen more hear felt reactions and compassion during her tenure while Brexit bedlam over-ruled our domestic problems.

The nation finally saw the vulnerability of Margaret Thatcher back in 1990 crying after colleagues engineered her departure with such Shakespearean drama.

Last week the former Home Secretary once dubbed ‘that bloody woman’ showed that it all got too much for her.

Global headlines were made with Mrs May’s botched Brexit-induced waterworks.

Insiders say she had been weeping moments before venturing out to make her farewell speech. It was an un-dry run for a spectacle that we weren’t expecting from this dedicated yet most stubborn of leaders.

Winston Churchill actually urged others to show emotion with his 1940 stirring oratory about ‘blood, toil, tears and sweat.’

JFK never sobbed and Donald Trump is clearly incapable - cue 10cc’s mantra ‘big boys don’t cry.’

Barack Obama, on the other presidential hand, cried in public.

Sport is where the floodgates are always open.

Gazza became the first UK national treasure when he sobbed because he made himself ineligible for a World Cup final.

And triumphant Tranmere Rovers fans rightly cried. They earned it.

I have shed tears in front of colleagues when the dreaded baton of redundancy was handed to me in the rotten relay race of life.

The reason given was that I was a victim of ‘the economic down-turn.’

So like millions of others I, too, can relate to Mrs May. It’s only natural to feel bitter and hurt when the work of our politicians means that you have to reluctantly leave the job you love.

As a reporter I have seen tears from all walks of life from the Hillsborough families to the depression of defeated striking miners and dockers returning to work.

I still use the phrase ‘fighting back tears’ because for many it’s an apt description of despair.

We are, after all is said and done, only human.

But please can we now have no more tears from our politicians.

The ten hopefuls for the Tory leadership - one of whom will become our next PM - must be focused.

He or she has to put the country before the party and their own legacy and ambition.

If anyone should be crying buckets it’s the electorate for putting up with three years of Brexit indecision with more frustrations to come.

Number 10 must be a dry house from now on. The crying game is up

SHUSH! - one of the most famous ‘whodunnits’ in the world is coming to the Liverpool Empire tonight for a short run.

The name of the killer in Agatha Christie’s classic The Mousetrap is never ever revealed.

Word of mouth keeps the ending a secret and long may that continue for a drama that has kept us guessing for 67 years.

And I can reveal The Mousetrap has a distinct link with Wirral.

Here’s a clue... it’s down to a famous actor and comedian whose pre-recorded voice of the newsreader in act one appears in every production.

Give in? Well, take a heavenly bow Wallasey-born Deryck Guyler who passed away in 1999.

So if you are going tonight remember that careless talk ends in tears.

A fellow critic once gave away the plot to the film The Sixth Sense.

He received hate mail for months.

AS the Wirral Borough of Culture year continues I do hope even more is made of what we have here.

This is a time to celebrate and promote the very ‘personality’ of the peninsular.

Bank holidays are especially a good time to explore the shops and in-built culture that Wirral already boasts.

Yet I hear that while the Liverpool-based continental food markets are back in New Brighton local businesses are feeling a dent in their takings. One trader told me, ‘we invested in Wirral but Wirral doesn’t seem to invest in us.’

Can I suggest more home-grown attractions to boost the local economy. Less imports.

How about an August Bank holiday Made in Wirral Festival supporting existing shops and - to compete with the best in European towns - Dickensian Christmas markets across Wirral.

AND finally...

In my continuing Inferno campaign opposing zero tolerance in regard to litter enforcement I’d like to make readers aware of a warning sign in a South African nature reserve which takes the adage ‘you’ve made your bed you’d better lie in it’ a grisly step further.

The sign says: “Visitors who throw litter or stones in the crocodile pens will be asked to retrieve them.”

Now that’s what I call a snap decision too far.

Peter Grant