Igor Clark

Two days after the UK general election, I lay in bed on a Saturday afternoon wishing the sun would refrain from poking through the slits in my bedroom windows' shutters and snaking its sharpness into the fug of my simultaneously Friday night- and heavy cold-addled consciousness. While drifting gratefully into and irritably out of sweaty dreamworlds, I was suddenly made aware of a blaring noise, sat bolt upright and, looking through the window, was presented with the shiny pate of George Galloway on an open-top bus, his colleagues shouting through an enormous PA system "WE WON! YEAH! WE WON, RIGHT? WE WON! HA!" or some such. So I took this photo. "That'll show the opportunistic self-publicist", I thought. "Let's see how loudly you shout when everyone's staring at your bald patch."

I bet he's quaking in his boots.