I wonder if The Big Wigs realise the exact amount of long, long, long manhours that are lost whenever they deign to spend just an hour with the peasants. I don't get it. Even getting within inches of them at the compounds of the great big white building wasn't an awe-inspiring kind of moment. Cool, to see them in person, but not a moment to be forever etched & locked away in my mind. Maybe I'm jaded from who serves my constituency. Maybe it's coz I'm not really into politics. But mostly I'm annoyed at having to delve into the details that hardly matters and rarely noticed anyways.