Nick Clegg's Party broadcast

27.04.2010.

Election.2010.
Last night, The Liberal Democrat leader Nick Clegg( whose name is as chunky and dependable as the 'Clunk, Click, every trip' of the car-seat ad) walked through a field somewhere down South, then through London suburbs, while a snowstorm of A5 paper swirled around him like something out of American Beauty. The backing track, by Eno, echoed the Kevin Spacey film ambience. The music ran the gamut of human emotion.
I later found out that listening to music had made Nick Clegg cry, which, for me was the best thing I had so far heard on the campaign trail.
The swirling white paper of the Lib. Dem Party broadcast turned out to be 'broken promises'. Go-fers must have been employed to clear away all the dogshit and plastic packaging before strewing the paper trail. No doubt they would have to sweep up the paper afterwards for health and safety reasons.
Nick (it sounds cosier) advanced through the field of broken promises and continued along The Embankment (presumably at 5a.m. as only two joggers could be spotted in the broadcast)
Was this the Left bank or the Right, one wondered.
His earnest, first-time-mortgager face and carefully, carelessly thatched hair led us, Pied Piper- like through fields of err, hope. The mentions of 'change' and 'hope'gathered pace towards the end of the broadcast and the concepts were now so retrodden as to have become meaningless so that instead of injecting the necessary excitement they induced somnolence.
The parting shot was a stroke of genius, or foolhardiness. It was a back view of Clegg trundling on through the broken promises (with hope in his heart?)