In which Her Majesty’s common touch and deep connection with young voters is conclusively proved. Not since Silda Spitzer took the long walk to the podium with Steamroller yesterday has there been a moment quite this painfully awkward. Actually, no — I take that back. Without even poignancy to rescue it, this is worse, isn’t it?
Even so, I simply can’t abide the boss taking potshots at our gal, on whom we’re depending to halt the Great Liberal Hope. You’re begging for a work stoppage here, Malkin.