When the Brown Stuff hit the fan

I’ve written on here before apologising for the political hopes my generation gave the country in the form of New Labour, but it appears Tony *pause* Blair did it for me today. He apologised in a press call today for the Labour Party’s behaviour over the last week. If only he’d continued ‘…you must be sick and tired of there being nothing else on the news’. I mean come on, there must be what, maybe 98% of the journalists in this country covering the story. At least 95% of news coverage today is along the lines of “Blair will quit, sometime, soon if not later, maybe, maybe not’. BBC News played the footage of Blair saying it’d be in a year, then immediately followed it with political analysis saying it may be a matter of weeks. Presumably tomorrow I can look forward to the Weather report saying sunshine and showers followed by a weather commentator saying it will snow.

My media grumbles aside, having watched the Labour party my generation brought upon the fall to the ground, it appears Gordon Brown is mining for the Earth’s core. Okay, so Blair was tarnished by the War on Iraq and his relations with Bush. Therefore Brown, with his Bank Manager appeal and proven track record would seem a great successor. Afterall, he’s been quiet, nothing’s stuck to him apart from the sweet smell of success. Great. However, 6 months on and Gordon’s clearly been having Tony-and-Guy style makeovers from ’80s Tory MP’s. He’s sleazy, he’s underhand, he’s power-hungry, he’s ’80s Gordon Brown. Excellent. Suddenly we’re watching Tony thinking, ‘awww poor guy. He looks tired. He’seven holding a mug of tea at his press conference. Like the Dad apologising at Butlins for his kids urinating in the pool, he’s weary and we should all cut him some slack’. I think he’ll be Labour’s only hope unless Prescott starts a few more punch-ups…