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whathoI'm massively relieved that Barack Obama won the dance-off. With a really nice quickstep and without the need of Len Goodman's casting vote. It's not actually as much fun as Strictly Come Dancing, is it? A US election. Mostly it's like lancing a profoundly malignant boil and blowing up a couple of oncoming robots of death in the process, which is nice in its way, only not particularly lighthearted. But obviously in itself it's great to know that any millionaire can grow up to be president of the lovely country of the United States of etc. Where it must, on the whole, be a very bouncy day.
I really hope the next four years proceed in a fashion that's delightful beyond everyone's wildest dreams. Which is to say I hope that a politician honours his election pledges and throws in a National Health Service into the bargain. Hm. Personally I'd advise any optimists in the audience to forget every single one of those pledges so that their turning up in the future might come as a lovely surprise and their quiet failure to materialise won't hurt your expectations quite so badly. But I am powerfully jaded. It is a massive landmark, it's massively better than the alternative and it's nice to see folk on telly being so buoyed and inspired. Bonnie Greer, talking on BBC Breakfast, told of how she met a tiny and absurdly well-informed kid in Oxford St this morning, and he said he was planning on being the UK's first black PM: least that kind of horizon-free thinking is something that can't much be tarnished by whatever happens next. But I wish he wasn't rich. And I wish he was actually a socialist. And most of all I think it's important to remember he's a politician. Cynicism is so important, Baldrick.
In other news, them's some very non-partisan ties the BBC wardrobe bods have managed to rustle up this morning. Purple's especially clever.
I really hope the next four years proceed in a fashion that's delightful beyond everyone's wildest dreams. Which is to say I hope that a politician honours his election pledges and throws in a National Health Service into the bargain. Hm. Personally I'd advise any optimists in the audience to forget every single one of those pledges so that their turning up in the future might come as a lovely surprise and their quiet failure to materialise won't hurt your expectations quite so badly. But I am powerfully jaded. It is a massive landmark, it's massively better than the alternative and it's nice to see folk on telly being so buoyed and inspired. Bonnie Greer, talking on BBC Breakfast, told of how she met a tiny and absurdly well-informed kid in Oxford St this morning, and he said he was planning on being the UK's first black PM: least that kind of horizon-free thinking is something that can't much be tarnished by whatever happens next. But I wish he wasn't rich. And I wish he was actually a socialist. And most of all I think it's important to remember he's a politician. Cynicism is so important, Baldrick.
In other news, them's some very non-partisan ties the BBC wardrobe bods have managed to rustle up this morning. Purple's especially clever.
