The camera loved the wearer of the gold tie because the face is narrow like the new Doctor Who's and he held your gaze. The blue tie was incorrigibly smooth - and I couldn't help wondering how those Old Etonian velvet vowels would work on porned-out proles (eg bankers, lawyers, ennobled benefactors) once the Number 10 honeymoon expired. The pink tie neither held your gaze nor peered anywhere in particular thanks to one dead eye and one nervous. TV is cruel like that. The medium is trivial.
But no disasters except for the dark suits - sing-song tributes to the maypole of masculine tradition. The suits eloquently reassured us that all three ties were token in their variety. It's odd that mature democracy demands such conformity. The cock still rules.
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I suspect you mean pink when you say blue at one point Madame but confusion can be understood. And their identical shoes are troubling. Oh for a leader who wears trainers, a hoodie, fails to shave and says all media are wankers. Courage is in short supply these days.
£ton lost the plot and got shrill and shouty. Broon sufficed, better than required, or even expected, Whelan, Mandy and Campbell have done a good job coaching, Clegg was plausible, earnest and engaging. Clegg gets the prize ribbon this week.
Oh yes, I've made the correction, thanks. I meant to add that something must be done about the audience. They're too controlled and quiet. It's only natural that people will applaud and sigh. The leaders should be more robust.
I bet they all wear those old-fashioned y-fronts with the white piping. And Broon's are broon.
I think DC prolly wears Hugo Boss boxers.
I have a sharp-eyed spy in high places.
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