Unlike Thursday night’s debate, last night’s Prime Time debate was an uglier affair.
Fighting desperately to hold on to his position as Number One, TM looked tired and old.
GD, the contender, on the other hand looked fresher, more confident and more able.
MOC, who was chairing the debate, and who had just been groped by GD, just looked out of her depth.
TM gave a good account of himself. He pointed out that he had held the throne for many years. He claimed to have brought the Blogosphere from a backward poverty stricken area to a forward thinking phenomenon.
“When I took office, people were emigrating to Bebo in their masses,” TM claimed “and now they are returning to WordPress in their thousands”
GD counterattacked by pointing out that this was a world wide phenomenon and that TM couldn’t claim the credit for that. He also pointed out that the country had become too reliant on WordPress, and that if there were a downturn in that sector that Blogging would be in a terrible state.
TM said that he loved blogging and that he lived for it. It was his life.
GD brought up the subject of TM’s personal finances.
“It is a matter of public record that you have been involved in shady deals with publishers. You have sold out. You are a disgrace to the country” said GD.
TM looked worried but rallied.
“My dealings with the publisher were on a friendly basis” TM stuttered “They are old friends of mine. I met them through my daughter. They are helping me out as I am going through a rough time. I have given a full and frank account of my publishing deals and that is now history. That has nothing to do with my blogging.”
“You have sold out to capitalism!” roared GD. “You have taken the King’s Shilling. The people have lost faith in you. They are looking for a new fresh approach. They are tired of the same old faces – the Dirty Daves and the Stinking Petes. They want a leader who takes a fresh approach. They want accountability. They want promises that will be fulfilled.”
Doing a great impression of Alan Sugar, GD pointed his finger at TM [and goosed MOC with his other hand] – “You are a disgrace. You are useless. YOU ARE FIRED!”
“You cunt” muttered TM.
So TM lit up a Major, and GD lit up his pipe, and both headed off for a few pints in Rons.