Round 2...

So much better than Round 1.

Sky production values were a vast improvement on those of ITV. I must defer to steve_c's comments on my last entry, when he challenged my words about nobody benefiting...he was quite right. The country's talking, people are interested. Hopefully this will be reflected in the turn out. If the libdems do well, it may well indicate a time for constitutional reform. A powerful time for British politics, and not just another election...

In the Hammer Horror story that is the British Election 2010, Nick is our hero, square jawed, clear eyed, a little disingenuous perhaps? I felt my first real ripple of disapproval for him when, as an example of why we should stay in the European Union, he quoted the co-operation of European police forces to bust a paedophile ring. Uh, right, so we couldn't do that without being part of the EU? It's like invoking the nazis. I'm pro-Europe to a greater extent, but that way of justifying it was a very cheap ploy. It made me sad to see him use it. Having said that, it was my only real demerit against him.

Cameron burst out of his bubblewrap, a determined escapee from Vincent Price's House of Wax and tried to talk like a human being. I'm going to go a bit wild here and say he nearly succeeded. I applaud his basic attempt at animation, particularly when it came to defence, which I think was his strongest moment. But having listened to him, it is clear that he is just too right wing for me.

And then...the cabinet of Dr Polidori rattled. The wind howled outside the Arnolfini. A raven cawed and the cabinet door creaked open. And Gordo emerged.

Do not think I detest Brown with the special loathing I keep for Galloway, or Baroness Davros herself. I just don't like him very much, and I have finally worked out why; he keeps trying to be the authoritiiii. the elder statesman, the one with gravitas, the nation's daddy. Well, I don't need another daddy thanks, one's quite enough. At least mine would occasionally give me pocket money. As for the moment when Gordo described his rivals as reminding him of his two boys squabbling at bathtime, the audience liked it, but suddenly all I could see were Clegg and Cameron fighting naked in a bath, and Gordo sitting beside them stroking the towels and perusing their pale bodies, that terrible smile on his face.

What a peculiar election this is.