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Lost in Bluster

The Prime Minister’s speech Sunday night was… interesting. The basic message was pretty sensible - until the virus is under control nothing should radically change - but the dressing around it was messy as hell. Confusing, contradictory and premature. And the hands. What was with his hands?

As I often do with images or footage I want to make sense of, I put it through an algorithmic process, in this case stacking the frames and averaging them. The results were somewhat revelatory. Poor Boris, lost in a mess he’s just making worse.

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