Smith's campaign is comedy gold. He is the David Brent/Frank Spencer/Norman Wisdom of politics who puts his foot in his mouth and falls flat on his face at every possible opportunity while crying "I blame Jeremy", "I am a Tory" at every hustings and press conference.
On top of that, he likes a bit of "banter" and when called out on it by shocked loyal Labour Party members, he cries "ooh you are awful", "It's just banter" and have you heard the one about my inside leg measurement.
Even the 172, desperate to topple a left wing leader, seem to have declined to hold any more media interviews to support the hapless Smith in case their future career climbing prospects are harmed by associating themselves with this Dick (and his inside leg) Emery candidate.
No one has any sympathy for the po-faced 172, they wanted to topple a left wing leader with the largest mandate in UK political history and who has increased membership to make Labour the largest political party in Europe, and they chose a David Brent wannabe former PR man to do it.
The campaign is comedy gold, Smith is the gift that keeps giving. He hasn't got the gift of the gab, he has got the gift of the gob. Smith is like a character in a cheesy Ben Elton sitcom.
The pompous Labour conferences with Smith at the podium have a sign saying "Owen Smith. Labour's Future". No wonder members want the past back with Old Labour and Corbyn. Smith's sign should really say
"Owen Smith. It's just banter"
and he should go all out for it and play his comic character to the full and deliver stories like
"Have you heard the one about Jeremy. He didn't want to have meetings with me. He only met me once and when I asked him for another, he told me once was enough".
"I blame Jeremy"
Everyone else blames the 172.