In which the pond meets the hopeless fizza Chris Mitchell, Order of Lenin hunter ...

It's a simple, but infinitely cruel game to play.

The pond has selected Chris Mitchell, but the game can be played with any of the reptiles. 

It's better if the predictions were made as close to the actual outcome as possible, the better to highlight the fatuous, discordant vision ...

And there you have the problem of a man who routinely confused cheerleading with commentary, a man who indeed confused editing a newspaper with the duties of a cheerleader of the barking mad ... when he might have spent a much more useful life hunting for elusive Orders of Lenin ...

But wait, we are building, slowly, painfully building to the last line, because the comedy only works with the explosive final line ...

So that's what a truly ascendant winner looks like ... and there in a nutshell, is what a loser, dropkick scribbler looks like ...

And yet, and yet, that hagiographic penultimate mention of Abbott tells us where the winner and the dropkick will be heading in the next few months as the rumble in the Tory jungle begins to match the rumble in the UK ...

Repeat viewing of House of Cards anyone? The original and the best of course ...

Meet the artist at the New Daily here ...