I made it as far as the discussion of civil liberties before I wanted to shove a brick through the telly, and switched off. Every single one of those intrusive big brotherisms was defended by one or other of the candidates.
Andy Burnham's pitch probably won the award for biggest fucking hypocrite in the room, pretending he's just an 'umble northern lad, by gum, when he's a Cambridge grad.
Ed Balls sounds like he's got Yvette's dick in his mouth, he's easily as irritating to listen to as Jamie Oliver. Plus, he's got a face you truly never would tire of beating to a bloody pulp with a sock full of batteries.
David Miliband was trying very hard to be commanding and masterful, but just sounded like an arrogant tit. And he looked lost without his trusty banana.
If you didn't look at the screen, Ed Miliband came across OK, but every time I looked at him I felt like cowering back in my seat. He looks like one of those lizards from V.
Which leaves Diane Abbott. The arrogant, media whoring twat.
What can I say, really? Which ever one the Labour Party chooses, the Labour Party loses. A less agreeable and more unappealing bunch of amoral shysters, hucksters and cunts I haven't seen since Gordon Brown left 10 Downing St.
What a fucking result!