So, after the carnage of Glasgow East, Gordon Brown is finished. Or so runs the convential wisdom, which often tends not to be very wise. On balance, I fancy he'll cling on - a lifetime of scheming and plotting has gone into him becoming Prime Minister, and so obdurate an individual is unlikely to yield his position over something as inconsequential as everyone despising him.
William Hill presently offer just 8/13 on him being out by the end of 2008. I'd like to lay at that price, if only because his Cabinet and backbenchers are afflicted by excessively soggy spinal equipment and, like a gaggle of timid children whose ball has landed in the garden of the neighbourhood ogre, they're all fearfully eyeing each other and silently imploring someone else to go sort it out, please.
A pitiful spectacle - but ironic in its own darkly amusing way: to think that the infamously cowardly Gordon Brown could survive just because his colleagues in the Parliamentary Labour Party are even more cowardly than him should provide comic relief for future generations.
Though not, admittedly, as much as archive footage of his wobbly jaw flapping around in disbelief as the men in white coats gently prise his fingernails from the door of Number 10. will entertain them. And to think we're of the generation that'll get to enjoy it happening live - aren't we lucky!
William Hill presently offer just 8/13 on him being out by the end of 2008. I'd like to lay at that price, if only because his Cabinet and backbenchers are afflicted by excessively soggy spinal equipment and, like a gaggle of timid children whose ball has landed in the garden of the neighbourhood ogre, they're all fearfully eyeing each other and silently imploring someone else to go sort it out, please.
A pitiful spectacle - but ironic in its own darkly amusing way: to think that the infamously cowardly Gordon Brown could survive just because his colleagues in the Parliamentary Labour Party are even more cowardly than him should provide comic relief for future generations.
Though not, admittedly, as much as archive footage of his wobbly jaw flapping around in disbelief as the men in white coats gently prise his fingernails from the door of Number 10. will entertain them. And to think we're of the generation that'll get to enjoy it happening live - aren't we lucky!
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