The bien pensants who have been criticising the blogosphere recently need to get out less, sit in front of their computers, and learn about the sort of muscular commentary that has turned so many of us away from the newspapers. Take it away, Mr Eugenides:
A vote for the Lib Dems, on the other hand, is a wasted vote; you'd be better off spoiling your paper. Every seat they get is merely another inch of leg for the egregious Nicol Stephen to flash at the big boys as they draw up to the kerb in their ministerial limos. Only, in this particular form of prostitution, the men in the cars are waving cabinet seats and meaningless compromises rather than wads of notes; and, once the price has been agreed, it's the rest of us who will get brutally fucked.