I am overwhelmingly fond of the Guardian's Simon Hoggart's reports on the doings of Parliament:
Poor old Gordon Brown. They laughed at him. They didn't use to do that. Once they watched him with awe, even with reverence - the Iron Chancellor, keeper of the cement piggy bank, now more like some aged Scottish dominie pursued down the street by his former pupils, jeering and tugging the tails of his coat.It's not surprising. His statement on the euro yesterday was painful. He doesn't like the euro. The very idea makes his skin crawl. I thought of a middle-aged man asked by the neighbours if he and his good lady would like to try wife-swapping. Every instinct is against it, but he doesn't want to give offence. "Well, that sounds like a fascinating idea, but I don't know if the time is right. I find that my stamp collection is absorbing most of my leisure these days..."
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At one point poor Iain Duncan Smith began coughing dreadfully, and you can bet some of his back benchers hoped it was Sars.
Much more entertaining than C-SPAN.
Can you imagine Tom Daschle standing up in the Senate to call George Bush a turkie-fucker?
I didn't think so.
Posted by aloysius at June 12, 2003 12:39 PM |