Thursday, 20 August 2015

What will Corbyn wear to the Cenotaph in November?

It was Kenneth Widmerpool's overcoat, readers of Powell will recall, that condemned him to the stigma of difference that followed him from his schooldays. If only his parents had purchased the standard specified overcoat from the school's tailors and outfitters ...

Michael Foot's supporters still aver to this day that what he wore to the Cenotaph on that single excruciating outing was an expensive green loden coat, and not a duffle-coat at all. Still, it's the image of Foot in a different overcoat  that sticks in the British mind; these occasions demand uniformity, demand a single-breasted wool or mohair overcoat in black or Navy of conventional length and cut. All of which offers speculation as to Jeremy Corbyn's wardrobe. Surely he wouldn't dare pitch up in a peacoat and what my chum insists on calling his dutch cap?

This is the least of the many unknowns that will follow a Corbyn victory. An ineffective opposition will allow Osborne unfettered reign, goes the argument. Ah, runs the counter argument, that will provoke a swing back to Corbyn in 2020 as we Brits can't stand one-sidedness. Corbyn's honesty and openess at the dispatch box will make Cameron look like a hooray-henry twerp, we're told. Or his terrorist links will sink him - even now the Met Commisioner is being asked to arrest him, say others. 

Personally, I'm going to avoid predictions altogether - I think we're so far into far-odds territory that no predictions are, er, at all predictable. But the Cenotaph will be a good test.

10 comments:

Mike Spilligan said...

You're right, Radders, there's so much that's unpredictable with this character as well as a determination to be "different". However, he might wear a sprig of "the green" to show his sorrow at the loss of so many martyrs over the water. Then he'll have a problem over the way to show solidarity with Obama and indicate his feelings about the atrocities committed against those friendly Mau-Mau chaps.

Sackerson said...

He's not the one who arranged the Good Friday Agreement, though.

Anonymous said...

Kilroy-Silk, (remember him?), wore a blazer with a smooth finish to school whereas the rest of us wore ones with a woolly surface.

Silk by name, silk by nature?

Anonymous said...

I can think of two events that could mean we don't even make it to a general election in May of 2020. The first is an almighty crash in the world economy. The second a continental war. Mr Corbyn is as significant as the weather over the Isle of Wight next Tuesday, what he wears at any given moment, less so.

Imagine being stood next to a 50-ton, unbalanced flywheel being spun up to 1500 revolutions per minute. That's our world in 2 or 3 years time.

Steve

Demetrius said...

A frock?

cascadian said...

He will wear a white poppy, as the internationalists demand.

Still, I have as much respect for him as I do the camoron. Which as you may have gathered is close to zero.

Weekend Yachtsman said...

Never underestimate their hunger for power.

I expect Corbyn to be elected and the Labour Party to implode.

There will then be a coup, some pragmatist will come forward and take over, and they'll all be back together in time for the next general election - probably with a changed leadership process so that this can't happen again.

Nothing to see, move along.

Anonymous said...

It's not the Cenotaph possibilities that excite me; it's the apology. Corbyn has pledged to openly apologise for Blair's war crimes if he gets elected. Now that is something that resonates across our land and across all parties. Oh yes! I can't wait for this one!

Coney Island

James Higham said...

Cenotaph will be fun if we're permitted to say that.

Anonymous said...

Iagree, WY, except for the bit about Labour imploding; Their hunger for power will keep them together. An "accomodation" will be reached and the coup will be dressed up as him having strengthened the party, established cohension and unity, reconnected with the electorate etc etc before he hands over to an annonted one, someone younger, more clean shaven, bland and passionately vacuous but electable.