Last Tango in Halifax2012

[Celia and Alan are having a discussion about politics. Celia is rather surprised to find that Alan's views are more left-wing than hers]

Alan:
You're going to tell me next you voted for Margaret Thatcher.

Celia:
Well, you can't have like Michael Foot? In his anorak at the Cenotaph?

Alan:
A very intelligent man, Michael Foot.

Celia:
Oh, he can't have been that intelligent or he wouldn't have gone round looking like a scarecrow. I didn't dislike Tony Blair.

Alan:
[groans] Oh!

Celia:
Until he muckied his ticket in Iraq.

Alan:
Now, Gordon Brown. There's a much-maligned man.

Celia:
[scoffing] Gordon Brown? Trying to get everybody to like him, with his phoney grin? And he's Scottish.

Alan:
Now, there's an unassailable political argument!

Celia:
Well, it hardly needs pointing out he buggered up the economy.

Alan:
No, he didn't. He did not. He had vision.

Celia:
Oh God. I can see this is a subject we're going to have to avoid.

Alan:
No, don't worry. I'll teach you.

Celia:
You damn well won't.

Alan:
Yeah, we'll buy you a copy of the Guardian.

Celia:
You can keep your Guardian.

Alan:
I thought I spotted a Daily Mail lurking in your recycling bin.

Celia:
What's wrong with the Daily Mail.

Alan:
What's wrong with it? What's right with it?

Celia:
Do you know, I'd never have had you down for red-hot Labour. I thought you had more about you.

Alan:
Do you know the good thing about David Cameron is that even *he* knows he's an arse! Every time he opens his mouth, you can see him thinking "I was born an arse. I'll die an arse. But at least I *know* I'm an arse."