We judge our politicos by how they handle stuff like eating and drinking. "What fresh madness is this?", I hear you cry.

Pictures. Let me show you them. Then you will understand.

First, we have the Conservative Mayoral candidate for London, Zac Goldsmith (at left, with Boris Johnson):



One response to this:

https://twitter.com/TechnicallyRon/status/725986415155228672

And then we have the leader of the beleaguered Conservatives in Scotland, Ruth Davidson:



It goes without saying that the effete twat who can't even hold a pint properly got well and truly paggered in the mayoral election, losing to Sadiq Khan.

It also goes without saying that the woman who clearly enjoys a pint had a very good night at the polls, pushing Labour into third place in the Scottish parliamentary elections.

The mother of all "can't handle simple sustenance and therefore must not be elected" gaffes belongs, of course, to Ed Miliband who couldn't eat a bacon sandwich without making everyone around him feel nauseous:



Well, it was that or carving your election pledges onto a nine-foot stone ed-ifice. Yes, the press called it the Ed Stone:



(Cliff Notes version: Under what can be loosely described, in technical terms, his "leadership", Labour lost the General Election, being utterly crushed. This set in train the events that would culminate in Jeremy Corbyn's leadership of the party, and a likely Conservative victory in the General Election of 2020. By all accounts Miliband was a micromanager who would not delegate anything, but by the same token was crippled by indecision and a desire for consensus; unsurprisingly, "getting shit done" wasn't something that happened. Here is a long, engaging account of what happened in Labour's 2015 GE campaign)