Cameron in Observer Women
I just wanted to share with you this picture of the conservative leader, and,perhaps prime minister in waiting. Isn’t it awful? Can you imagine Michael Howard the ‘Prince of Darkeness’ being photographed in such a way? Go on just look at it and imagine. I think it says a lot about where the tories are now. It’s taken from an article about him in Observer Women, an issue that tells us Cameron has been voted 7th in a poll of the “the 50 men who really understand women”. I have to admit I haven’t been able to bring myself to read the article - it features pictures of him with his children and pronouncements about the need for more women in the conservative party. But the picture, the picture’s been vexing me. It seems to say:
“Come on we’ve all grown up now, there’s no more Punch and Judy politics now, I’m appealing to your sense of irony, vote for me - you know you want to. I’m so confidant in my own appeal, I can adopt this pose and credit you with the intelligence to see beyond the ‘Nasty Party’ veneer and make the right choice.”
Well that’s my take on it anyway.
The more observant among you may have noticed that there was a previous post ‘iphone’ that said nothing at all. That was because I started to write something but then got so pissed off with this stupid web-host thingey that I had to abandon it. Basically I was really excited about the iphone having just watched a video on Youtube I wanted to share it with you. With the initial fanfare I had failed to grasp how amazing they are and like a complete dullard it took some step-by-step infomercial thing on CNN to convince me of their brilliance (bet the battery life is shit though). Anyway my own ineptitude as a web programmer coupled with this stupid ‘mr site’ idiot proof system conspired to prohibit me from putting said infomercial on the site. So I was thinking about moving somewhere else - a more conventional blog service of somekind perhaps. Honestly, it takes me longer to publish this crap on here than it does to write the damned things in the first place. Something’s got to give.