I have yet to vote in the London Mayoral elections. For the first one, in 2000, I wasn’t on the electoral register. Then, in 2004, although I had every intention of voting, I went out drinking after work with my…
I have yet to vote in the London Mayoral elections. For the first one, in 2000, I wasn’t on the electoral register. Then, in 2004, although I had every intention of voting, I went out drinking after work with my…
I wasn’t really sure what to expect of Gordon Brown as Prime Minister. His ten years as Chancellor of the Exchequer were characterised by his dour persona – arguably necessary in such a position – and much discussed “prudence”. Where…
A cliché it may be, but a week really is a long time in politics. For a while back there it seemed a foregone conclusion that Gordon Brown would call a snap election to capitalise on Labour’s lead and that…
Oh, the fun we had in the early hours of May 2nd 1997. 22 years old, just a year out of university, still aglow with the enthusiasm/naivete of youth, staying up all night at a friend’s house watching the hated…
I suppose I should make some sort of comment about last week’s Labour conference in Manchester. There was really only one story for me: the Machiavellian undermining (intentional or not) of Gordon Brown’s keynote speech. Poor old Gordon Brown. So…
So today’s the day. Sometime between 2pm and 3pm Tony Blair will announce to the world the day he intends to stand down as prime minister. Or so we all thought. Breaking news suggests that, in fact, he won’t specify…
It’s not easy, condensing 365 days and one second into a concise, readable post. But what the hell, I’ve got nothing going on this afternoon, so I’ll have a go. Here, for your enjoyment dear reader, are some of the…
One should always be open to new experiences. Tony Blair had one yesterday when, after eight and a half years of whip-managed, on-message, look-at-the-size-of-our-majority Parliamentary dominance, he was defeated in the House of Commons by a significant margin. The bill…
By the time we’re thirty five we’ll all be voting Conservative anyway. The Realist, some bar or other, University of Manchester, 1994(ish) Thus did The Realist drop this devastating bon mot into a lively conversation we were having about .…
“Call it a day? Darling, that’s a long way off.” Thus spake Cherie Blair yesterday, uttering words that no doubt sent Gordon Brown into fits of apoplexy. Having hogged the news recently with his leader-elect speech, he’s been knocked sideways…