It’s the general election today, and Britain awaits its fate at the hands of itself. This year’s campaign has been quite a show. Three politicians, three tv debates, one press baron and one quite nice-looking bigot from Rochdale.
Well, truth be told, I have found it all quite underwhelming. I feel saturated with press-speak: limp sound-bytes, predictable questions, and answers designed to concede nothing and sound righteous.
People are claiming the tv debates are influential. And of course Nick Clegg’s appearance gave the Lib Dems an immense 10 point boost. But I would suggest it was just that: being shown on the same platform as the ‘old parties’ as he would put it gave him electoral eligibility. I don’t think he was any better than the other two, but he did seem in the same class. The difference is being made by the large dissatisfied group who found their unity on the internet campaigning against Cowell’s hegemony of British pop. Now they have figured they might be able to do the same with politics. Who knows? Maybe it will work.
If anything I feel quite sorry for Brown, Cameron, and Clegg. Just looking at them makes me feel exhausted with all their round-the-clock tub thumping. Gordon looks like he is about to keel over, Dave looks like he has taken too much coke, and I am pretty sure Nick’s yellow bus is padded on the inside. Bless ‘em.
Anyway, enough of this. Here are some sketches I have made recently.
This is my friend Thuli
I enjoy drawing hands. I love how they rest so gently, but with so much energy stored in them.
Right, I’m off to plug into Dimbleby.