I always assumed he had two axes, or maybe more. Who knows what's hiding in that beard...

I mean, if that isn't just the biggest visual metaphor for the cold, clinical, unimaginative, AI-riddled future we're all facing, I don't know what is. Colour is gone. Individuality banished. Don't you dare do anything to stand out...

"Well that was exciting, wasn't it?"

Are you shitting me?

I mean, watching a couple coats of emulsion drying would be marginally more entertaining, wouldn't it? Where's the showmanship? The glitter? Mel Giedroyc churning butter?

...A symbol of British politics as a whole, I fear!

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger/gives you a deeply-rooted hatred of Frozen.