If only Rory Kinnear were PM. He has all the attributes, namely the ability to keep a straight face while saying ludicrous things. Cameron manages too, but would he simulate sex with a pig on television if the Duchess of C were kidnapped and de-fingered? It ought to be the acid test.
We declare an interest as Charlie Brooker fans, but his űber-spiky cynicism seems even more suited to satirical drama than to column inches. Elegant may be a strange way to describe a story involving scoop-hungry journalists, a prurient public and an MP’s bestiality with a sow, but it was a simple premise, fitting neatly into its fifty-minute slot and brilliantly served by its cast. We wouldn’t play poker with any of them.
Does the fact that it’s satire negate TWNH moments along the lines of mistaking a man’s finger for Suzannah’s? Or the security forces finding no trace of her kidnapper, whose talent for art was questionable beside his flair for publicity and skill at staging a crime? Maybe not, but if the absurd realities of modern Britain aren’t slapping you in the face already, this should shift some cogs into action.
There’s also the matter of the PM rising to the occasion when faced with a porcine rear end, but we live in an age of duck-house moats, retail riots and the Murdoch media, and we can believe anything.
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