I went to the pub last night, but two sentences of Charlie Brooker filled me in on the final leaders' debate:
According to some polls, Cameron won, or at the very least tied with Clegg. Which is odd, because to my biased eyes, he looked hilariously worried whenever the others were talking. He often wore a face like the Fat Controller trying to wee through a Hula Hoop without splashing the sides.
"It'll take an earthquake to stop Cameron now," says Jonathan Freedland in this morning's Guardian. It makes you think, doesn't it? If we all jumped really high at exactly the same time...
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