Polling day can’t come soon enough, if only to shunt the Dave ‘n’ Gordie show (featuring Nick C, Alex S, leuan W-J and sundry fringe loonies) off our TV screens. I’m all for politics as light entertainment - Portillo’s face as he lost at Enfield; Kinnock’s hubristic ‘victory’ rally; Prezza’s inner Alex Reid unleashed on an egg thrower - but this tedious campaign has thus far been about as amusing as a bad case of gout. The gaiety of the Hunt the Chris Grayling contest aside, the only good bit so far was when oleaginous grande-dame Lord Mandelson called Old Etonian hoodie hugger, Dave, ‘toffee-nosed.’ This, from an arriviste schmoozer of high society who once also resided in Notting Hill, a ‘hood where £595 is considered ‘reasonable‘ for a pair of loafers to knock around in? Le Creuset pot? Alessi kettle? Black! More hypocritical bitchiness please!
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