It seemed that the man who leads the Opposition, called Miliband - Ed that is not David! - had given our Boy David a very rough ride. There were moments, so I'm told, that Boy David looked as if he really did not know all the facts about his Welfare and Benefits reforms: Were cancer patients going to lose over £90 a week - or were they not? Why were the Tory backbenchers screeching and yelling like backstreet ruffians when cancer patients were mentioned? Why did that Miliband chap keep harrying, all the time?
It must be a recurring nightmare for him! First the forests! Then the schools! Then the NHS! He must be wondering what's going on around him!
Of course, the alternative is that he really does NOT know what the rest of the Coalition is doing! He's been so keen to create the image of the dynamic, caring, compassionate, personable leader that he forgot the word 'intelligent'. In the wild flight of PR (Public Relations) ideas that flooded through our Prime Minister's little mind, the concept of actually checking facts, before giving answers, totally eluded him!
Of course, just between you and me, PR (Public Relations - that is) people never allow a few facts to get in the way of a good story, brash promotion or even answers to questions on live TV before millions of viewers.
I think it's time for Boy David to forget the Stanislavski technique of presentation; put away the mirrors that encourage him to practise his smiles and boyish grins; it's time to become a serious politician - face the facts and tell the truth. It might not get him re-elected. It might displease the rest of the Tory Party - who wouldn't recognise a fact if they saw/heard one - but it might well earn him a smidgen of respect!
Still - what do I know? I'm only an ex-alley cat who now sneaks a bit of the high life now and then!
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