McF just emailed about the crackpot team of Lib Dem troubleshooters sent in to kick off talks with the Tories:
'did you see their negotiating team? Slightly dishevelled; ill-fitting suits; sensible shoes and ties with dodgy knots. Lentil casserole anyone?'
Ha! I didn't see that. But I can picture the scene: a gaggle of stuttering, rumpled Adrian Moles, about as intimidating as a confederation of librarians. They needed to go in with style, swagger and menace, Reservoir Dogs, NOT Reservoir Squirrels.
I do find the idea of the Lib Dems leaping into bed with the Tories extremely distasteful. I think Clegg will sell his sorry, sanctimonious soul for a bit of power, he will sell his party down the river. How can a so-called 'Liberal' party even think of such a union? True Liberals should be up in arms about such a sell-out. They should start a revolution. Of course, a Lib Dem revolution is a flaccid and bloodless affair. It simply entails a few sternly written letters to the Guardian. But, when really roused, they may emphasize the letters' important points in bold type! (gasp). Those fearless, crazy mavericks!
I don't know why Clegg seems so anti-Gordon Brown and anti-Labour. I think he is just drawn to what he knows - Cameron could be his brother, they are both elitist, public school boys at heart who don't have a fucking clue about how hard life is for most people. Oh, for a normal, working class-hero PM. A man with carpet in the bathroom, corned beef in the fridge and a whippet in front of the fire.
I am beginning to find it all a bit tedious. Why can't they settle this like men? One-on-one combat, stripped to the waist, wresting each other in a dusty, sun-dappled barn somewhere.
- Cameron in Downing Street by Tuesday
- A tenuous and unworkable Tory-Lib alliance (one that will be deeply unpopular with both parties' core supporters and therefore will be hugely destructive)
- David Milliband will beat-off Ed Balls to become new Labour leader. Yes. That sounds rude (snigger)
- A new election, probably by the end of this year.