Cristina Odone writes a heart-warming summary of Cameron's latest wheeze in today's Telegraph.
Now I don't know about you, but I would never watch a programme described as 'heart-warming' in the TV Guide. I ruin my tea with artificial sweeteners, but I draw the line at injecting saccharine into my mind.
The Labour pukes, it seems to me, are on much firmer ground by appealing to all that is base, mean and ugly. Ours is a tired and cynical people: we had our Obama in Tony Blair. The self-proclaimed 'heir of Blair' is pissing into the wind.