I loved the televised debate, me, but then I’m a political anorak, so I would. Like everyone, I thought Cleggy was the winner, though I thought My Little David did best on body language, whilst Puir Gordon was… well, a war criminal who should be on trial with Blair and Bush in The Hague.
But the TV debate wasn’t the best thing on the news. The thing my Beloved and I found most funny was the reluctance of all newsreaders on all channels to have a go at pronouncing the name of the volcano which has grounded all flights into and out of Britain today. To the untrained eye, it looks difficult, but not impossible, but we have yet to hear anybody have a try: everyone just calls it ‘the volcano.’ Perhaps they are burning the midnight oil in the BBC Pronunciation Unit tonight, while Clegg gets to sleep easy.