EDITORIAL

Despite being incapable of taking the decision in 2007 "to go to the country", Gordon Brown, riding on the back of his back stairs investiture as Prime Minister by Labour Party apparatchiks, and without a popular vote being cast, furthermore being without doubt the loser of the May 2010 election, still had the gall to trot out in front of Number 10 (7 April 2010), equipped with a sturdy lectern, as if the dean of a new university lecturing his students, to announce he was ready to speak to any leader of any party. Maybe Nick Griffin the humiliated leader of the British National Party might be welcome round for a cup of tea, but alas he has nothing to bring to the table. Thus Brown flouts the very system that he now offers to reform in return for Lib Dem support, a bit late in the day one might add; there again what might be politely called a genuine offer in this context is clearly a bribe made by a man with a pathological belief in his own political talent and efficacy. Not dissimilar from Neville Chamberlain, rolled umbrella and all. Brown is ill, delusional and needs to be escorted away by his minders to a place of safety, away from us all, as he has cheated, lost badly and now demands a dog's chance to play another hand of knock-out whist, so desperate is he to carry on as leader. The expenses scandal now looks like very small beer indeed. A rum do indeed. A very rum do.

STOP PRESS: Brown's resignation yesterday (ie 10 April 2010) paved the way for a potential Lab/LibDem pact that would see the Prime Minister extend his tenancy at Number 10 at least till the autumn, his unelected negotiating 'team' of Lords Adonis and Mandelson along with spinmeister Alastair Campbell threatening to take over the reins of power, music hall ventriloquist's of the Brown dummy, or Mugabe is it?