A person of a nervous disposition could easily conclude that we are all ... what is the technical term? .... doomed. By the end of November our streets will be a desolate battlefield strewn with the debris of alco-carnage. That is, if we aren't all living in fear under an Oceania Government of National Unity.
Optimism is a dying art (with the possible exception of Ashes cricket). That is why Britain needs a hero. In fact, I'd say we're holding out for one. Someone who represents the values of gentleness, generosity of spirit, temperence, modesty. Someone like Eugene Sully.
OK, it's true. He is geekier than the IT support team at a Trainspotters v Star Trek fans maths olympiad. But he is humane.
Cometh the hour, cometh the man. Bullying self-obsession is so pre-July 7. For the first time ever the Observer - well, that part of the Observer news desk that I have canvassed - is officially endorsing a BB candidate. Eugene must win. Otherwise there is no hope for any of us.
