ten minutes hate, the absolutely amazingly well-written and thought provoking website you are currently reading, famously takes its name in part from Nineteen Eighty Four. However, there is another use of the term ‘ten minutes hate’ and that is to describe the final run-up to any hard-fought election. It is meant to be the time when the gloves come off, the punches aren’t pulled before, inevitably, one of the challengers smacks the canvas. [That’s enough terrible boxing metaphors, thanks, Smith – Ed]
However it seems that the UK election, which everyone surely knows is now taking place this May, is going to build up not so much to a ten minute hate as to a ten week stupidity. Increasingly vacuous, lacking in concrete proposals and with politicians of all stripes outdoing each other to deny courses of action which we all know they won’t be able to avoid taking once elected, whether because circumstances or natural inclinations will force their hands.
And, just when you thought the political discourse in this country would struggle to get any more vacuous, up popped noted number-wrangler Carol Vorderman, to display about as much sense as she did in those adverts encouraging you to take out loans against your home. In shrill tones that brought Sarah Palin to the memory of more than one viewer commenting on Twitter, she played to the gallery, dismissed other panelists who disagreed with her and – perhaps most surprisingly given her television experience – seemed to be reading from prepared notes.
So, is she a British version of Palin’s ‘soccermom’? Judge for yourself, here.