If you managed to watch the news yesterday without screaming, “No, make it stop,” then you are hardier than me. That footage of Theresa May dancing with schoolchildren in Cape Town with all the rhythm of a mechanical wheelie bin did not make for easy or forgettable viewing.
Why do politicians put themselves through this? Why do May’s advisers let it happen when they know she’ll wear that smiling-through-the-pain expression of a constipated giraffe and the result will be instant ridicule? It’s cruel.
Update: The Guardian's take:
It’s that thing where public figures – politicians mostly, sometimes the royals – have to dance. In public.
Oh God. That is worse. It’s worse even than that. This time it was Theresa May.
Oh, that poor woman. I know. A group of Cape Town schoolchildren welcomed her on the first day of her trade trip to Africa and …
Oh, that poor woman. Yes. She found it incumbent upon her to – well, I was going to say move to the rhythm, but she didn’t, so I can’t.
Bust out some moves? It was more like … do an impression of a wobbly fridge.
In front of the world’s press? Yeah.
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