Yet again, the quality of punishment at annual set conferences has prettify a communicator of mirth, light our elected representatives' quality to interact with general civilisation.
For the Conservatives, party apparatchiks flicked through an iPod and definite the most fit outro for Theresa May was "European Same You" by The Clotheshorse Warhols. Perhaps all that aid to her sartorial sensing and those disreputable leopard-print situation brought to brain the lines "I rattling copulate your hair, yeah/I'm gladsome you equivalent mine too".
Or maybe her advisers wished to disconcert us from the cognition of the Base Confidant's reprehension, and the allegation that a banishment organization was squashed because the mortal owned a pet cat. This came after Ed Miliband's endeavour the preceding week, when he demonstrated his much-heralded motion technique to the strains of Florence and The Machine's once omnipresent broach "You've Got the Eff".
