The way the title brings to mind some sort of Brangelina or Bennifer type meeting of minds and genitals (just me?) isn't a great start, and you'll do well to find anyone not rubbed up the wrong way by at least one of its constituent parts.
A special mention too for Miliband's glottal stops and vaguely street gesticulation. Outta nowhere!
Still, something different innit? There's only so many times you can watch David Cameron address a factory floor with his sleeves rolled up before it starts to drag.
MILIBRAND: THE INTERVIEW
MILIBRAND: THE INTERVIEW
