Not across it, he tries at strolling the photo opportunity, casual with a chancellor, easy with presidents. Autocues assist elocution. Sexual enquiry, refugee intake, words stroll from his mouth like it’s nothing at all. Steamroller the cabinet, baby-stroller the presser’s questions. Climate, it’s no [stroll] in the park. Still, it’s not a race, not a competition, it’s a strollout. A strollcall of intensive care sounds as if he cares at all. He strolls from the podium: look relaxed, glass of water, phone the wife. He tabulates marginals, strolls with truth to question time. Trolls turn into strolls, bloggers into flaneurs.
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