Tuesday 20 November 2007

Vote for the Daddy Party

Caught David Cameron on TV doing his Family Man routine, claiming to change nappies. He looks good on it. Not a hair out of place, barely a shadow beneath the eyes. I compared his shiny face on the TV screen to my own in the mirror this morning: eyes like dog’s balls, complexion of a deep-fried adolescent, hair like Bob Geldof nailed to a Van de Graff Generator.

Maybe I’m not so much Not Too Bad a Dad as just a plain, old-fashioned Bad Dad.

Either that, or ol' Dave is being economical with the truth regarding his hands-on daddy role?

Heaven forefend.

A thought: if he and Gordon Brown both really are the feeding, nursing, pramming, playing, up-to-the-elbows-in jobbies-and-sick, 50-50-with-mum kind of dads that they claim to be, then don’t vote for either of them. The sleep deprivation involved this kind of parent sharing renders both of them incapable of running their bladder off into a swimming pool, never mind running the country.

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