Truly Dreadful

Thanks to Sue, I endured this abomination from the end of the Labour Party Conference.

(Sue's post title was far funnier than mine, but a little cruel, so I won't say that she headed her post "It's Over When The Fat Lady Sings". Hur hur.)

Now get this: I love music, and I would never make fun of someone who was a little bit off-key or lacking in polish, if they were making the effort and having a bit of fun. But this is a showpiece conference in front of the world's media, for a party which has a lot of repair work to do on its image if it ever wants to be considered for government again. And what do we get? Something that you would applaud indulgently at a primary school end-of-term concert, while thanking the good Lord that your child had chosen to play online poker rather than the recorder.

What were they thinking of?

There was a bit of expectation-management going on from the Chair beforehand. We were told that they were 'Labour Party members' and 'from Manchester', presumably code for "don't laugh, it may harm their self-esteem".

I leave you to watch it, or not. But don't blame me if your teeth fall out.



And do they really believe the words of The Red Flag any more?