Gordon Brown was in Bren Carrier mode again on Wednesday, foot down hard, helmet jammed on his nut, impervious to the likelihood he is driving his crew (i.e. the rest of us) towards disaster.
Downing Street's spin wallahs say this crisis has 'brought out the best in Gordon'. Pink baloney. It has brought out the very worst in a clumsily partisan politician who again, in the Commons yesterday, showed that he has set his face hard against any other opinion but his own.
He talks about 'consensus politics' but by than he means 'so long as ye agree with me'. If it didn't mean such bad things for our children and grandchildren it would almost be funny.
And then the claws really come out:
Mr Brown beetled into the Chamber just before 3.30pm doing that odd waddle which looks like the great Norman Wisdom playing a department store floor walker. Grin, mince, drop of the head in greeting, grin, waddle, lick of the lips, grin, and then some more busy little steps.
He's had his fringe restiffened. The amount of Cossack For Men that's been sprayed on it, you use it to could scrape the frost off a car windscreen.
On the way past the Chair he even threw a gay hallooo to Speaker Mick. Economy gurgling down the pan, thousands more City jobs being axed, pound leaning against the corner stool like a beaten welterweight, but Gordon's on chim-chimer-nee top form, deaf to doubt, certain that miraculous electoral salvation may yet be his. Or not.
Peter McKay also has his size 12s on:
He feeds on our distress like a vampire, bursting with energy while others wonder how they and their families will survive.
I think we may have a new Internet meme here.
Elsewhere, Simon Carr reckons we're on our way to a properly psychotic Prime Mentalist, just a pity the Tories are so fucking useless at scoring points against him.
Hat tip to Guido.
2 comments:
The expression "internet meme" is a Plato's beard and as a man of science you should eschew it.
Sperm, have you been at the beer already? :o)
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