It would be a good time, methinks, to find a deserted island, well away from any broadcast media, failing which, there is always the "off" button on the TV – ditto the radio.
I was just driving along with the wiff, I was maniacally switching channels on the radio, hoping to find one that wasn't telling me what a star Cleggover is etc. etc., eventually I switched off while muttering something about four MORE weeks of this bolleaux... Ye gods!
The wiff sighed.
I wonder if they have the first idea quite what a turnoff their hyperventilation really is? It is not as if they are actually telling us anything new, or anything we needed to know ... this is pure political theatre, with the kiddies having broken out of the Commons and spilled out onto the streets - where they are about as unattractive close-up as they are on the green benches. As for the statutory gender and ethnic balanced crowds of attentive listeners providing The Boy with his backdrop, if there was anything more obviously contrived, I would like to know ... other than The Boy himself.