Day 10... Ooh, crumbs, PM!

Good evening. It's Friday, so a late addition to the advent calendar today because of work. Hmph.

So, are you feeling the sting yet? Y'know, the evil snare of the Tory Fatherland in which we're now engulfed? Well, today's advent windowlicker couldn't be happier...

Nick Robinson.

When everybody knew that the inevitable was going to happen (ie the downfall of the Labour government), most sane people were slightly trepidatious; was this going to mean a coalition government formed from the remnants of Labour capped off with Liberal Democrats, or worse, the same with the Tories forming the bulk of the government? When it became clear that Nick Clegg had sold us out, this stain of a man was utterly delighted. Leaving his remit of avoiding political bias firmly at 221B Baker Street, he was practically mid-coitus as David Cameron and Clegg skipped merrily along Downing Street, holding hands like two giggling schoolgirls.

Smugly batting off any potential Lib Dem/Labour deals, he took just a bit too much delight in the events that unfolded. I mean, I've never liked the oily tick, but this pushed me over the edge. Perhaps one day, we'll see the likes of John Cole back in the position of the BBC Political Correspondent, and we'll get thoughtful, balanced coverage again, regardless of their personal political bent.

It would help if you could see his fucking eyes. If you squint at him like a magic eye picture, you can just about make them out. Shouldn't they be attached to his head? That can't be normal.

More tomorrow night...