by Mark Simpson It’s difficult not to feel a little sorry for Gordon Brown. Even if you really don’t want to. I mean, imagine spending over a decade trying to wrest the leadership of the Labour Party — and the UK — from that insufferably posh boy Tony Blair and when you finally succeed the global …
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Why We Still Love The People’s Premiere
In that autobiography you may possibly have noticed former British PM Tony Blair is currently touting, the one called ‘A Journey’ (a title that masterfully captures the sublimely faux modesty of its subject), Blair compares himself to Princess Di. ‘“We were both, in our own way, manipulators” — good at grasping the feelings of others …