Bearing down deeply on issues around...
Politicians don’t only seem to inhabit another planet, they have their own language.
Out in the real world, how many people do you ever hear talking about ‘issues around’ and ‘across the piece’?
I remarked on Tuesday that Ed Miliband had started slipping ‘deeply’ into every other sentence to show how much he cares.
He also talks about ‘bearing down’, which is a favourite phrase of Nick Clegg in relation to everything from illegal immigration to bovine TB.
I’m not the only one irritated by this ridiculous jargon. Marcia Peel writes from Bridport, in Dorset, to say it drives her mad, too.
She heard Miliband using ‘bearing down’ while being interviewed on the wireless. ‘It was so ridiculous I had to switch off the radio,’ Marcia says.
‘Bearing down is an expression I associate with childbirth.’
After days of glorious sunshine, the weather took a decided turn for the worse yesterday.
As we headed out to the polling station, thunder crashed, lightning flashed, the heavens opened and an almighty shower of hailstones descended, as if in divine retribution.
Could this have been God’s way of punishing us for voting Ukip?
Politicians don’t only seem to inhabit another planet, they have their own language.
Out in the real world, how many people do you ever hear talking about ‘issues around’ and ‘across the piece’?
I remarked on Tuesday that Ed Miliband had started slipping ‘deeply’ into every other sentence to show how much he cares.
He also talks about ‘bearing down’, which is a favourite phrase of Nick Clegg in relation to everything from illegal immigration to bovine TB.
I’m not the only one irritated by this ridiculous jargon. Marcia Peel writes from Bridport, in Dorset, to say it drives her mad, too.
She heard Miliband using ‘bearing down’ while being interviewed on the wireless. ‘It was so ridiculous I had to switch off the radio,’ Marcia says.
‘Bearing down is an expression I associate with childbirth.’
After days of glorious sunshine, the weather took a decided turn for the worse yesterday.
As we headed out to the polling station, thunder crashed, lightning flashed, the heavens opened and an almighty shower of hailstones descended, as if in divine retribution.
Could this have been God’s way of punishing us for voting Ukip?
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