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 and instinctively playing on them.’ The papers of course have seized on the People’s Premier’s candidness, making headlines out of it. That and his observation (conveyed in a kind of… Read More »Why We Still Love The People’s Premiere
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 economy goes down the toilet. Worse – much, much worse – you find yourself at election time appearing on The X Factor faced by not one but two all-singing,… Read More »Dave’s Posh Skin, Nick’s Cute Hair, and Gordon’s Bleached Rictus
Tony Blair’s Jesus Christ Sings Edith Piaf performance yesterday at The Queen Elizabeth Conference Centre, giving testimony at the Chilcot enquiry into Britain’s involvement in the Iraq War, disappointed a lot of people who hoped he would get nailed – or at least express a few regrets. I’m not one of them. Now, I enjoy a good scourging as much as the next man, especially in the wake of a war that has cost so many lives, but it seems to me that the expectations… Read More »Oh Do Stop Nailing Blair to the Cross – He Enjoys It
After yesterday’s disastrous Nantwich by-election defeat for Gordon Brown by David Cameron’s resurgent, re-branded, made-over, moisturised Tories, which came hard on the heels of the drubbing the Brown One received a few weeks ago in the English local council elections, the media – and a substantial part of the Labour Party itself – is now baying for his head. I hate to say I told you so. But I told you so. Twenty months ago, in the dying days of Tony’s Premiership, when the media… Read More »Queer Eye of the Tory Guy Headed For Number 10
Excuse me, but who is our Prime Minister? No, really, who is he? Yesterday I saw a dour looking Scottish geezer who looked like he’d spent too long working in the basement of a bank give a painfully awkward speech outside Number 10 about the changing need for change and how he will try us to his utmost, before grimacing for the cameras and scurrying inside. People tell me that he’s now our leader for at least the next couple of years. That’s funny, I… Read More »Gordon Who?