The correct and responsible approach to the leaders’ TV debate is to scrutinise the substance and focus on policy. What you actually do is think to yourself, can we bear five years of Sir Keir Starmer’s adenoidal diction? That’s closely followed by the thought that for a former head boy of Winchester College — motto, Manners Makyth Man — Rishi Sunak has a shocking habit of talking over his opponent and interrupting: poor Julie Etchingham having to call them to order. Gentlemen please! If only.
How the heart sank with the opening statements, followed by a further sinking with the concluding ones: lessons learned by rote and delivered with the eye on the camera, Nick Clegg style, to convey sincerity. Fake, fake, fake.
