The last few weeks have given an insight into the silly, testosterone-fuelled, adolescent nature of our political class. With the smell of an election in the wind, they spent the time braying at each other, calling each other chicken, and striking menacing poses.
Neither side felt particularly confident, so the poses were particularly nauseous and infantile. But they were not unusual. When will politicians grow up and behave in a way that earns respect instead of behaving like gangs of louts?
The press does not help – journalists stand about and egg the idiots on.
And we're supposed to take elections seriously.