Whilst doom and gloom looms large on the horizon a new phenemenon emerges to take our minds off our predicament.
John Sergeant, the BBC correspondent, sexuagenarian and possessor of two left feet, continues his inexorable glide to the title in Strictly Come Dancing, whilst those people who can actually dance gnash their teeth and foam at the mouth.
If it was just down to the experts there would be no problem, John would have been long gone, as he appears to finish last in the official judging every week. The snag lies in the format of the program whereby the viewers get to decide who stays and who goes.
Despite increasingly impassioned pleas not to vote for John from the judges, the public are just not listening.
As Johm shuffles around the dance floor looking for all the world like Winnie the Pooh in tails, his fellow competitors Foxtrot, Pase Doble and Samba with the best of them, but all to no avail.
John has taken on the mantle previously worn by the likes of Eddie the Eagle, plugging doggedly away at slightly less than mediocre and the British public love him for it.
What is to be done? I should think the situation warrants questions in the House, if not an investigation by a Commons Select Commitee, and I'm sure Gordon with his fine grasp of the important things in life will soon be making a statement to that effect.
No doubt he will also be watching the final rounds with interest to see if John, despite very obviously not being the best man for the job, can hang on in there.
A case of art imitating life if ever there was one.
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