Westminster Moves in for the Kill

At the weekend a friend observed that Gordon Brown isn’t the man my pal had thought he was. In unison two other friends chirped up: “but he’s exactly the man I thought he was”. Poor Broon, he’s taking a terrible beating these days. Here’s Simon Hoggart in the Guardian today:

It was awful, and it’s getting worse. When I was at secondary school we had a temporary teacher for a term. He was hopeless. There is no group more cruel than young teenage boys, except young teenage girls, and we treated him unmercifully. At the end of term a friend and I saw him cycling down our street, and, separated from the feral pack, felt great pity. We stopped him, apologised for our class’s behaviour, and said we hoped his next post would be happier. I would have told us to go to hell, but he seemed pleased, which was more than we deserved.