This man is not a singer-songwriter.
Nor is he a Scandinavian detective.
Nor, as this ~hilarious~ tweet jokes, is he an important literary figure from history.
His name is Rory Stewart, he is running to be Tory leader, and he wants a debate. He’ll debate you in Borough Market.
He’ll debate you in Barking.
He’ll debate you in Costa, if you can’t find him in McDonald’s.
He’ll debate you in variations of the Persian language.
He’ll debate you in Kew Gardens (assuming you’re willing to pay the entry fee) while apparently pretending to hold his phone.
He’ll debate you in your home.
He’ll debate you on the phone.
Tomorrow: Wigan. The next day: the world?