his is turning out to be the “Are we nearly there yet?” election, isn’t it? We are strapped in the back seat, powerless and bored, while the driver insists on having the radio tuned to some electoral white noise channel that makes the journey feel even longer.
It all feels a bit hollow, with the media trying desperately to whip up debates the whole time. Yes, I know it’s important, and I cannot wait to see the end of the dribbling disarray of this Tory administration. But really: three more weeks of this?
And I speak as someone who is interested in this stuff. For most people, it must be a total turn-off, interrupted only by banana milkshakes, some other Tory screw-up, pictures of Ed Davey’s deliberate pratfalls (is this funny? Does it win votes?) and Starmer becoming a little less stilted and talking about his father being a toolmaker for the thousandth time
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