Ah so it was Rudyard after he was conceived at the lake? Just like, as Steve notes, Brooklyn Beckham. I was talking only yesterday to my son, our Behind the Fire Escape at the Back of The Frog and Nightgown.

The party name?

The Party of Deluded Anfield Aficianado and Associated Realists?

The Betty Swollox on my Bucket List Party?

The Young, Sophisticated Musket and a few Old Gits Party?

Is there any contradiction or issue in believing our manifesto and believing in it?