They all consistently under-estimated Kevin.
Like everyone who has a job and has a vague interest in politics, I have been borderline addicted to the Leveson live stream. Yesterday however, I was in meetings all day, and was so forced to watch coverage of Paxman from afar, and silently, on the office projection. I have to say, silent Paxman looked formidable, yet I didn’t get the impression anything too shocking was going on. I later learned that the great revelation of the say was that Paxman claims that Piers Morgan ‘told him how to hack phones’. Conclusions we can draw having watched his testimony WITH the sound on? Firstly, Piers Morgan is probably a bit awful; the impression of him that I got from Paxman’s anecdote was one of a boorish and bullying dinner party guest. Which is strange for me, as I’ve always liked him rather more than popular consensus does. Secondly, Paxman’s use of the phrase ‘Wet around the ears’ was hilarious. And finally, if we really consider the guests at this lunch it sounds like a really rather odd celebrity Come Dine With Me: Victor Blank, Jeeremy Paxman, Piers Morgan, Phillip Green and Ulrika Jonsson.
As you might have guessed, the above is Morgan’s retaliatory tweet. Not sure Paxo’ll be too gutted.
Kiran Stacey’s piece on the FT Westminster blog this week comments on the likelihood of DVD Dave’s camp having leaked the story, knowing it would play well with the public. I have to admit that, if this is the case, my last post is playing rather into their hands. I stand by it though. Not sure why, but I do.
This weekend, I thoroughly enjoyed reading Andrew Hough’s ‘DVD Dave’ piece http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/politics/david-cameron/9276511/David-Cameron-how-karaoke-and-tennis-make-PM-a-chillaxing-champ.html. I have now re-read it several times, and am still unable to put my finger on the exact tone of the article. Superficially, it seems to be lauding David Cameron’s ability to take a break from a high pressure job (‘Mr Cameron’s enthusiasm for pursuits other than work is a healthy sign of an appetite for life.’) but it definitely has something rather more accusatory in its tone. ‘DVD Dave’ loves boxsets, date nights with SamCam and tennis fuelled with ‘3 or 4 glasses of wine’ on a Sunday if we are to believe this weekend’s revelations. Friends have commented that ‘If there were a gold medal in Chillaxing, he’d win it’. Putting to one side my instant queasy feeling when The Telegraph/ Tories/ Anyone over 16 uses the word ‘chillaxing’, I found the whole thing rather unusual. On one hand, we want our politicians to be refreshed (as Ed Cumming’s rather more pro-Cameron Telegraph article commented snidely This is what ‘the premiership of Gordon Brown taught us’) but we also don’t really want them, relaxing and happy? I suppose I’ve always thought that way too. I suppose I’ve thought of the leader as the somewhat austere embodiment of the state itself, and yet that is of course, unfeasible. While I’m sure most PMs are predominantly occupied with serious matters of state (Since Berlusconi left office at least), four years is a long time to have no fun.
So I say gan’ on DVD Dave. I have a lot of problems with DC’s premiership, but him liking the occasional episode of The Wire isn’t one.
So, it turns out that porridge is the living best. Who knew? All of Scotland, that’s who. I used to think oats were my enemy. Tiny grainy little round things, always up in ma museli. Then the revelation. I was leaving the house late, rushing to work (after having watched a whole episode of Have I Got News For You on iPlayer and leisurely applied make-up for 40 mins) and picked up a small sachet of those oaty gems. I don’t know what came over me, I just thought WHY NOT. I followed the complex set of instructions on the porridge sachet (I know! I’m a person who easts porridge from overpriced sachets rather than 10p industrial bags! I feel like such a profligate. In my defence, I’m new to the game). Anyway, I follow the instructions and end up with a golden syrupy smellin’ gelatinous mess of oats. And I love it!! I think something about porridge is soothing and homely too, a warm bowl o’ poz on a cold winter’s day.
Just thought I’d share a wee breakfast post as I try to get the hang of ‘wordpress’. Ain’t no thang.