Are you all right, Ed? asked Jeremy as the hall lights faded. To which Ed seemed to reply: and are you all right too? The reviews of Paxo’s return to brutish bombardment after nine months in the shadows were warm enough, because political correspondents like curled lips and instant headlines (plus the opportunity to hail “surprise” victories). But what about the rest of us?
Eighteen minutes to try to shaft the PM, going rat-a-rat-tat. Eighteen minutes of increasingly personal stuff thrown at Miliband. Some heat: nil light. Of course, the panoply of portent produced made it seem more than an old Newsnight interview rehashed. But there was no time for conversation, no time for explanation or civilisation. Are you all right, Mr Passing Viewer? Exit, pursued by tweets …
