And my, how that worked! We bigged up Kinnock as the great Labour soft-left hope, the scourge of Militant, etc, but boy did he know how to screw up and we spent fourteen more years in the wilderness once Michael Foot had gone. Lest we forget, chaps. That's why one-more-heave more-of-the-same safe-pair-of-hands (aka Keir Starmer) gives me the heebie-jeebies. We need someone fresh, a bit unknown, energetic and radical, not someone who can't decide which arse cheek to lift in order to fart...