Walking past Conservative Central Office - or as it seems to call itself these days Conservative Campaign Headquarters - as one does, who should I spot but David "Dave" Cameron. He was talking into his phone, but his eyes were moving rapidly from side to side. Either he is a crazed lunatic with swivelling eyes or else he was rapidly checking to see if anyone noticed and recognised him. He was wearing the "Yes I really am that man off the telly..." look as perfected by Michael Portillo. He was looking tanned enough to be mistaken for a terrorism suspect. Not that I would advocate shoot-on-sight-to-kill, not even for Tory leaders. Especially not future footnotes to the footnotes of history.
I loved that clip they showed on Time Trumpet when he was meeting with Asda staff ( man of the people...) and ostentatiously fiddled with his sleeve in order to reveal his white plastic bracelet with "England" printed on it, just underline his man of the people credentials. I expect it was made with the fingers of tiny children in a Far Eastern sweatshop.
No, I didn't get a photo. I couldn't be arsed.
