Words fail me, earlier today.
What about the all-too-British over-enthusiastic amateurism as embodied by the Legz Akimbo-esque dance troop? It’s the quality we thought so charming when a gambolling New Labour introduced it in 1997. That was before they raised it to the terrible, twisted artform that left us neck-deep in the shit we find ourselves in today
And my favourite quote...
(Boris Johnson unable to control the flag while looking like he’d slept in his clothes was just the peanut in the poo.)
There's more of the same over at Chicken Yoghurt, the discerning misanthrope's ideal Sunday evening snack.