article_snippet: My goodness political interviewing has come a distance since Sir Robin Day and his bowtie.
article_snippet: yesterday morning’s broadcast was, unintentionally, comedy of a high order.
article_snippet: Cupid used to scream that it was all being done ‘in the best PAHSSIBLE taste’.
article_snippet: Only the quickest-fingered channel-surfers can these days avoid some fresh outrage against taste by senior politicians.
article_snippet: The Milibands, Mrs and clunky Mr, popped up on the BBC bulletins the other night with The Milibands, Mrs and clunky
article_snippet: Nigel Farage was giving Nigel Farage full bluster on yesterday’s Daily Politics and had posed for another of Nigel Farage man-with-beer portraits in that pub-bore coat.
article_snippet: Scots Nationalist Nicola Sturgeon was on breakfast telly on Monday, giving the nation a fright with the nation Frosties.
article_snippet: Meanwhile, Cleggy and the castanet clacker (Senora Miriam) posed for cheesy shots at Cleggy and the castanet clacker (Senora Miriam) spring conference the other day.
article_snippet: Even the thickest Royal Navy flag office would have been able to translate those signals.
article_snippet: There were times, Even the thickest Royal Navy flag office must be admitted, when David Cameron gave Miss Reid what we might call an old-fashioned glance, plainly wondering what on earth Miss Reid had put in Miss Reid tea.
article_snippet: (copyright M. Thatcher 1989)?