I’m not entirely sure that babyface Osborne’s painting in the attic can actually withstand the pressures of exchequer chancelling in the long run. Let’s not forget that former postholder Gordon once looked like this.
The ravages of power are well documented maybe.
But yes. I’m still getting older, even as the parliament that governs me continues to look increasingly like a cheap, ‘more thatcherite than thatcher’, production of Bugsy Malone.
Only without the happy ending where everyone gets covered in cream. (Though we can only hope for constitutional reform to catch up with the needs of the nation).
But back to Babyface. The only politician two have been used in a question on these pages, and he’s appeared here twice. The guardian are really good at finding his angelic face in darkly lit rooms to ensure he looks as luceiferian as possible.
The fact remains that he looks like a twelve year old, which probably explains how he’s getting away with utterly shredding our public services, and generally being approved of as he does it. Boys will be boys after all.
It sickens me, actually, in a lot of different ways, and not just because I’m genuinely sick today.
One thing I find entertaining (read ‘painfully ironic’) is that actually, the only people I’ve ever met who use benefits as a lifestyle choice are doing so do volunteer in things that could easily be represented as big society (except that actually, what we’re talking about is small community driven volunteer projects, quite opposed to the notion of ‘big’ society in general).
My body is rotten, my brain is sour and occasionally everything’s disappearing in a haze.
This is definitely the position they want us in. Being sick is the best way to look at a government that are quite openly destroying things that the last generation of socialists fought tooth and claw for.
If New Labour has succeeded in anything, it’s being ludicrous and deceptive enough to make this kind of honesty look refreshing. Refreshing enough that we ignore what is going on.
I think I preferred the version of the story where we just thought he was a little rascal doing what little rascals do best.
Now I’m sick and miserable.
A few weeks more of this and I’ll probably look about the same age as George Osborne. What will happen then is I’ll start crying and not stop until I’ve drowned all the tories (and unfortunately everyone else).
Now that’s what I call climate change.
NB Alex isn’t feeling very well today. He apologises. Though to be honest, you’re a bit rude for demanding an apology when he looks as rough as he does today. Talk about adding insult to injury.
Illustration by Lucy.