OK, so Michael Foot pegged it. My first thought was 'donkey jacket'. My next was 'baseball cap', followed by 'falling over backwards into the breakers', 'force feeding your daughter a hamburger', 'get on your bikes'*, 'punching a protestor in the face', 'holding a banana', 'speaking French really badly' and so on.
If one were to embark on a political career, maybe it would be a good idea to start by arranging a photo-opportunity wearing a donkey jacket and a baseball cap, holding a banana in one hand while force feeding one's daughter a hamburger with the other etc etc. With a bit of luck, nobody would ever bother mentioning it again, as it was clearly a stunt, and whatever faux pas** you were to commit after that wouldn't really matter.
Just a thought.
* Afterthought: how about chaining your bike to a two-foot high bollard and then wondering how somebody managed to nick it?
** Like ending a post title with a preposition, let's say.
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Or better yet appear a hearty, but complete buffoon who knows nothing about anything and is permanently befuddled by even the simplest of events. Such as opening a door. A Bertie Wooster type.
By the way Boris Johnson is on Question time tomorrow.
{So is Shirley Williams. She and Teather must have their own special chairs by now.}
It wasn't a donkey jacket (but I suppose that's not the point).
Foot, although unarguably completely Wrong about most of things, was an 'honest lefty'. Which is a shed load more than can be said about all those that followed him at the head of the Labour Party. He was also patriotic, unfashionable in these days, and anti-EU.
None of which redeems his essential wrongness, but does redeem him personally, if you see what I mean.
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