THE EYES HAVE IT...

Politics.  I know it bothers people when you say you're not interested in politics, but I'm not.  Well, I'm not interested in Politicians is probably more to the point.  I hear them squibble-squabbling and nit-picking at each other - and that I can get from my own dear children, in the comfort of my own home, thank you very much.  I don't need an Elected Official to join in.

I certainly couldn't get excited about the thought of Live Debates. It seems to be a hot topic at the moment though, because I often hear them discussing it on the Radio 4  - just before I start singing show tunes over their voices.

But hold the phone...what is this I spy in my yesterday's paper?
(Saturday paper is always read on a Sunday in my house.  Sunday is a much better paper-reading day).

'PM refuses to blink'?  Now that would be worth watching.  Go on then Davey-boy, I'm in!

I'm not sure he really thought that one through. It'll end in tears, you see if it doesn't.  

Although he seems committed enough...

Practising his Paddington Stare

It's starting well...

But...hold on, isn't holding your eyelids up cheating?

Oh no!  It's all too much.  Poor David. 

I said, didn't I?  It'll end in tears.
Well never mind, David, it was an interesting idea.

There is a bit of time before the pre-General Election debates, so he could always find the factory that makes these delightful cardboard masks. There must be bins full of DC eyes.  Scoop 'em up and stick 'em on David.

It could work.

And if it doesn't, he could always try Holding his Breath.

Now I'm interested.