“What do you think of Ed Miliband?”, I asked my cab driver as we sped furiously towards the Labour leader’s much heralded Q&A with the “ordinary voters” of Manchester. “What do I think about what?” “Ed Miliband, leader of the Labour party”. “Don’t do politics, boss. You need a big head and a big gob for that.”
Ed Miliband has neither an especially large head or gob. Which could be one reason why he’s doing so badly personally in the recent opinion polls.
But as he breezed into the drama hall of the East Manchester Academy he was looking tanned and relaxed, and sporting that dark suit/open neck white shirt, “morning after the stag do” combo so beloved of modern politicians. His arrival had been heralded first by a strange a capella version of Fly Me To The Moon, then what sounded like a wedding march, and finally what to my ears seemed to be the theme tune from Night Rider.