Yesterday’s People’s Vote march in London was brimming with sharp, swift and deadly language of political rallying. It was the language of the masses and for the masses. I was fascinated with the crispness of wit, the depth, the satirical edge, the hilarity.
It takes a master wordsmith to deliver a powerful message in a few words that can be squeezed into the tiny space offered by an old cornflakes cardboard box. I came across many of those homemade, juicy bits yesterday, and I devoured them.
The phrase food for thought could not be more appropriate: it was a feast!
As a writer eternally struggling for that perfect turn of phrase, I received a free lesson in what it is to be succinct, funny and genuinely passionate all in one.
I managed to smuggle something out in a doggy-bag: