Rachel from north London: How mad is Tony Blair?
Actually, that’s what I think will do for him in the end. The giggling pity of his subjects, not their righteous anger. The ‘never mind, eh, Tony’ looks, the winks behind his back as he is led gently away and given his carriage clock or the zero-interest mortgage or the Executive Directorship of the oil/arms company, the keys to the Memorial Library, the Medal of Honour, the Red Arrows fly-past, the State Funeral ( hey, maybe that’s why he was angling for Thatcher to have one?), anyway, whatever he wants, just let him have it, and give him his slice of cake and his goodie bag, and someone close the door behind him as he leaves the party.
Posted on September 6th, 2006 at 11:52 pm
aw, thank you Justin. Much more traffic from your than’vapours’ Finkelstein, despite major pluggage for his new online gambit…
How mad? Well, I heard from a very reliable source once that he was on valium and was suffering badly from a number of peculiar neuroses’ (one of which was his constant checking him smile in the mirror to make sure it looked sincere or something).
was watching TV footage of Blair speaking from the playground at the north London school he visited this afternoon.
The lines on his forehead were making a statement of their own. Did anyone else notice the very large and pronounced letter “W” which formed whenever he frowned?
“Did anyone else notice the very large and pronounced letter “W†which formed whenever he frowned?”
Yes…. was this a trick of the light / shadow / low sun, or an absence of make up ?
Is there a foreheadologist out there with an insight into these furrows, or are they merely evidence of a recent and hasty frontal lobotomy ?
What was very noticeable was how the Dear Leader aimed for the two coloured girls with heads shrouded in black headscarves like a heat seeeking missile. By a happy accident the camera managed to capture them over his left shoulder as he did his Statesman halting delivery, pregnant pause routine.