Maybe I didn't put enough words in the last entry, there was some confusion in the comments. I was just trying to say that the best souvenirs are most often tiny, everyday things that don't come from tourist shops. A crumpled Irn-Bru can feels more authentic to me than a toy Loch Ness Monster from the Royal Mile. The purchase of a plastic viking hat could not compare to the pathetic thrill of tearing a page from a phone book.
Check out the goodies that came back from the Romanian business trip! It's an election year so Bucharest was slathered in campaign posters…
And here Daniel's saying to the voters, Calm down, kids. Vote for me and I'll get everything under control. I own not one but two suits. Or maybe he's saying, I've wanted to be Mayor since I was this big.
And if you're still not convinced, why not vote for him on the grounds he's thoughtfully provided you with a Euro 2004 draw on the back of his flyer.