Poor old/young Ed the Milliband. I tried - really I did - to concentrate on what he was trying to say from his garden (I suppose it was his garden) early this morning but after 30 seconds I switched off. He was grinning away like an oxygen-starved goldfish, desperately willing viewers to LOVE him.
Sorry Ed. We've got other fish to fry now that we have some true Olympian heroes (and heroines). You'll simply have to dream up some new tactics to win us over. But please put "flirting with the camera" at the bottom of your list. 
Is it rude to not finish a book club choice that was selected by someone else?






