Sat through the Starmer Livverpoool speech and flicking through the various channels to compare the editing – always educational. Many cuts to audience to show the faithful delegates responses to the luke warm speechifying – mainly glum faces slumped in their seats until a couple of name tag wearing apparatchiks came charging in in that curious hunchback gait used to duck beneath the cameras out of shot. “Fly your fucking flags comrades”.

Alas the faithful comrades had no clue. A few uncoordinated flaps and some painful grimaces to camera was all they could manage.

Pretty simple, as any good Dictator knows these matters have to be rehearsed. Imagine Last Night of The Proms without a flag waving rehearsal. Without all you get is an embarrassed flutter with that “Get me outa here” look… This is what happens when you have panicked PR people who decide that the Starmarama must demonstrate its patriotism but has no clue how. How about a Jimmy Saville Union Flag shell suit? (Before Ed Davey pinches the idea).

Anyway worry not comrades. We offer you my screen photo of the enraptured front bench behind the Starmarama. A picture tells a thousand words.

Nominated by : Sir Limply Stoke