My brain always struggles to compute debates. It’s like it can sense boredom approaching and does the honourable thing and switches off. Tonight’s debate I somehow made it to the end, my brain only half aching. I felt as bored as the audience looked and realised I could only be certain of two things.
One was the size of David Cameron’s head. It’s huge. Every time the camera zoomed in on his face my eyes didn’t know what to do: concentrate on that and its perfectly round shape, or look away and pay attention to what was being said. My brain took the sensible route and opted for his head size.
During Head Watch I came to notice that whenever one of the leaders was saying something important, or meant to be considered important, the camera zoomed in. Schools? Zoom in. Immigration? Zoom in, please. Pensions? I’m ready for my extreme close-up now. Twitter was a buzz of hash tags and @ symbols on every subject raised and I favourited all of them in the hope that a 140 character written review would tell me who to vote for.
The second thing I could now decide on was that I finally knew who Nick Clegg was. Up until two weeks ago I had no idea what he even looked like. Fast forward two weeks and now this guy and his yellow tie are everywhere. Head Watch taught me that he has bird-like features and is nowhere near as good looking as Barack Obama.
After the debate the ITV poll showed that most of their studio audience prefered bird-man Clegg. I don’t know if this is because we always like an underdog but something tells me it’s going to take more than a yellow tie and Twitter hash tags to be the next PM.
