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Oh, I don't know; perhaps that's exactly what the DT actually meant. After all, one might argue that there's room for debating Mr Corbyn himself...
The thought had occurred, and I agree; but it's clear from the context that that's not what the DT were on about... Although maybe the headline writer was being mischievous....
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
The thought had occurred, and I agree; but it's clear from the context that that's not what the DT were on about... Although maybe the headline writer was being mischievous....
It was indeed the latter that had crossed my mind; after all, despite the paper being nicknamed the Torygraph, its editorials during the Cameron years displayed little sympathy for him...
Sure, obviously has to be something wrong with someone in politics who gives straight answers, facing his interrogator straight on, leaning into the questions, unlike the Jeremy Hunt who followed, seated half-facing away, blinking all the time (a sure sign of something) hardly glancing at Andrew Marr.
"... because we haven't got much time, in twenty seconds if you would".
Always the loaded question that should have prefixed the interrogation to be given time for articulate reply, rather than concluding the whole programme.
'We are out knocking on doors, meeting real people ... '
A real dog as well if you come anywhere near my door ...
At least we haven't quite gone back to "the working man and his wife", although I heard a caller this morning referring to the former as not being appealed to by any of the candidates in his area.
I don't believe we've had "hardworking familes" yet - sure to come.
'We are out knocking on doors, meeting real people ... '
A real dog as well if you come anywhere near my door ...
Well, I wouldn't give a dog, real or otherwise, houseroom but then no one's likely to come around here campaigning anyway (and in any case a dog is supposedly for life, not just for an election).
At least we haven't quite gone back to "the working man and his wife", although I heard a caller this morning referring to the former as not being appealed to by any of the candidates in his area.
I don't believe we've had "hardworking familes" yet - sure to come.
Oh, I bet we have (the latter, that is), however antediluvianly Cameronesque (Camoronic?) it might sound!
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