Tonight's English debate is T-minus-1 minute and counting, and here's hoping it's more impressive than last night's talent show. Paul Martin was pathetic, desperately trying to repeat the "We're pals, me and the NDP, oh yes we are" theory, and repeatedly being shot down by Jack Layton. Gilles Duceppe's haunted stare continued to frighten me. Harper was all right, but didn't score any knockout punch - but, on the other hand, at least all three of the others didn't gang up on him like they might have.
This election is going to have a genuinely interesting outcome; each party is pulling in cardinal poles away from each other in such a way that there are no natural allies any more. Now that they've had the warmup, perhaps the real show tonight will let someone draw blood.