Christ, Ganesh, I thought I had a low opinion of the average Barbelither, but if you think that of all these people Stuart is the one who best fits that description, that's a whole new low...
Unclench those fists, Flyboy, and relaaax. I'm talking about the notional EveryBarbeloid to whom every been-here-five-minutes, but-you-guys-are-just-talking-about-it tinpot revolutionary appeals as a kindred spirit. Y'know, the individual who, tragically, is too, too clever to be understood by the sleeping sheep(le) around him. If we scratched Stuart's surface, we may even find he's in love with his best female friend who's on the eve of travelling to Mozambique to get married to an utter bastard who Stuart knows she doesn't love, because her shoulders always look a bit tense when they're snogging. Or perhaps he's already in love with Kitten.
Bet he's got a grrreat selection of iTunes, though.
And yes, I'm also impressed that Kitten seems to have sufficient insight to realise she's pissing people off, and has backed off accordingly on the voting 'revolution'. I suspect she's sealed her place in the Great British Consciousness, and is now unlikely to be voted out - unless she really unravels. Which remains a possibility. |