How I learned to stop worrying and love Nick Clegg
The second debate has just nicely ended as I write, and the early indications are a continuation of Cleggmania, in a watered-down form. Fear not, you Lib Dems, I come not to bury Nick but to praise him. Actually I come to do both. Here are five reasons to love him and to love him not:
- He’s a posh boy. Westminster school and (entirely on his own merits) Cambridge.
- He’s slightly left of the Tory/Labours but finds no room for nuclear disarmament or renationalising the railways.
- He’s never had a proper job.
- He’s too young and callow to have gravitas. The Lib Dems discarded the superior Vince and Menzies option because Nick is cuter and throws better shapes at the podium.
- ‘Savage cuts’ (is he a Tory in disguise? Oh I do hope not)
- He overcame the disadvantages of his background by not becoming a Tory.
- He speaks 5 languages (4 more than G Brown) and is a bona fide internationalist.
- His favourite book is ‘The Leopard’ by Lampedusa (now that really is promising!)
- He wants to scrap Trident – well, sort of.
- He’s going to get us PR.
Am I turning into a closet Libdem? Am I hell! Does the boy Nick deserve to carry the hopes of all lefties at this election? As if! But you know what? HE’S GOING TO GET US PR!