And Gordon’s eyes began to swivel…
Thursday, October 26th, 2006Politicians, as a breed, get on pretty well together both across party and national divides. They enjoy each others’ company. I, for one, have no personal animosity towards my opponents; there are a few who suck up in a revolting way to Cabinet Ministers, but everybody holds them in contempt. There are many Labour MPs who are genuine and decent – Tom Watson was kind about me, which I wholeheartedly reciprocate. I cannot feel any personal dislike whatever for the affable Prisons Minister, Gerry Sutcliffe, with whom I am in contact over the absconding (sorry – licence failure) Mark Ryder. Who would want to be a Minister in this Home Office — it is a foretaste of purgatory.
As we know from Charles Clarke, David Blunkett and others, the Government front bench strongly resembles the Addams family. Nobody exemplifies this more than Gordon Brown, who is like some oversized Chelsea tractor crashing through the undergrowth when speaking in the House of Commons.
Today, thanks to effective needling by George Osborne, he lost it – he hurled his notes across the despatch box in a rage. This hardly ever happens, because almost all Members of Parliament know the limits of personal tantrums.
Oh dear! Our view of Gordon will never be quite the same again.