Since the campaign that brought Margaret Thatcher into power, I have not been remotely excited by electioneering.
The kissing of babies with Papal reverence has now been swapped for dragging one’s long suffering spouse around.
Spin was something done with a yarn – nothing changed there then!
A Prime Minister is not some wondrous omnipresent character from Dr Who, a sage or wizard spiriting up wise and wonderful projects, and solutions.
But really the clue is in the title – prime, like beef.
He is not the only minister in the joint, not a president or a king, just the mouthpiece for a team.
We must not judge the frontman by his TV charisma, like it’s an audition for the X Factor.
The policies of the whole party, their past reputations of jobs done, well or poorly, and future intentions are the yardstick voters must judge by.
Mike Roberts-Butler, Dolbery Road, Poole
Comments: Our rules
We want our comments to be a lively and valuable part of our community - a place where readers can debate and engage with the most important local issues. The ability to comment on our stories is a privilege, not a right, however, and that privilege may be withdrawn if it is abused or misused.
Please report any comments that break our rules.
Read the rules here