There is certainly a strangely eerie quality about him, with his slightly orange skin, dyed chestnut hair, forced glare, brilliant white teeth and eager smile. But there is also a magnetism that is easy to translate into votes. His black bomber jacket (his wife, Maria Shriver, a Kennedy by birth, was sexily dressed in a tight-fitting black leather jacket) looked as if it came from the souvenir shop at Planet Hollywood. I tried to ask him if he identified with the monetarist politics of Margaret Thatcher - he replied with a Jaws-like grin.