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This piece by David Aaronovitch in today’s Grauniad is (as usual for him) fantastic, comparing the relationship between the Great British Public and Tony Blair to a marriage. Just as Mr Blair himself almost suggested:
And it’s not a bad idea to think of it in terms of it being like any relationship: you, the British people, and me, the person you chose as your Prime Minister
Though it does conjure up some thoroughly disturbing images of our PM:
When I first became leader of the Labour party, everywhere I went, I could feel the warmth growing, the expectations rising.
At first the sex was great, wasn’t it? Remember that night in 1997? You always moist, me always (let’s be blunt) totally rampant.
Oh, and I also wanted an excuse to post that brilliant picture of Mr Blair.