Don’t you just love party conference season? Speech after patronising speech stating the obvious.
Like we haven’t noticed the banks took us for a ride or that paying enormous bonuses for failure and stripping companies and running off with the cash is not really good for the country.
What we really want to know is when will a politician of ANY party have the guts to actually go and do something about it.
I wept genuine tears for Ed Miliband so desperate was he not to appear a muppet.
‘I am my own man,’ he yelled to almost no applause.
Who the hell advised him to be his own man? It’s the last thing he should want to be.
‘I am Spiderman’ or ‘I wanna be like you-oo-oo’, would have been far more appealing.
Oh, Ed, if only you had come to me first I could have warned you.
Only a numpty would want to be you.
Then we had Nick Clegg – alumni of Westminster School and Robinson College Cambridge, son of Nicholas Clegg CBE chairman of United Trust Bank trying to sound like Jarvis Cocker: ‘I want to live like common people, I want to do whatever common people do, I want to tweet with common people, I want to tweet with common people, like you’.
Yeah, right...just like us.
The Tories were too busy arguing about a cat and telling us all to pay off our credit card bills to mention that they have 21 (yes, that’s right 21) multi-millionaires in the current cabinet. King David proved in his speech that he knows exactly what the problems are but I suspect that’s as far as it will go.
If I’ve learned anything over decades of observing politicians it’s what they promise has no bearing on what they deliver.
Good speakers (like President Blair) are a much bigger disappointment than poor speakers (like Ed) because we confuse their eloquence with competence. To the articulate talk comes cheap.
Next year skip the conference season and watch The Simpsons on DVD.
At least you’ll get what you pay for.
