Every Mother's Son
So, the *land of the brave and the free*, that bastion of democracy, that most enlightened of countries, is resorting to the threat of death in order to illicit *confessions* out of British nationals ?
Ignoring the fact that Moazzam Begg and Feroz Abassi were illegally kidnapped and transported to Cuba. Ignoring the fact that international law has been flouted time and time again by this most hypocritical of nations. It will be interesting to see just what effect our *special relationship* has on George Dubya. Will he listen to Blair, Straw and Blunkett as they beg that these two are repatriated to the UK where thay can undergo a fair trail ? Well, given the American Right's inabilty to listen to anything and anyone other than themselves, I predict *a negative on that one Tony*.
I am beginning to see the first serious cracks in Mr Blair's leadership. As I have said before - when you start costing the Party popularity, the Party machine moves and a *night of the long knives* isn't, usually, far behind.
Next week sees the debate on Foundation Hospitals moving on apace. The Party has decided that a 3-line whip is necessary to get this, deeply unpopular, piece of legislation through. I bumped into my MP and his wife last evening. We had a brief chat about life in Westminster. He told me that the whips are really coming on strong regarding this one. Constanly on the phone to him, cajoling and threatening at the same time.
Its going to be interesting. A 3-line whip, in my opinion, as well as coralling waverers also creates rebels. A 3-line whip and a significant number of rebels = problems.
Gordon Brown to lead the Party through the next election anyone ?
Its worth a bet.
So, there we were in the pub last night. Five of us round the table: fresh round of drinks on it. A guy sat at the next table to us, knocks his drink over his mate - who jumps up and knocks our table with his back. One and a half pints of Guinness, one and a half pints of Carlsberg, a pint of Strongbow and a bottle of Budweiser all went over in a majestic display of *every action has an opposite reaction*.
Soaked we were. Soaked.
After drying off best we could, and after the lads on the next table very gallantly replenished the round (we did protest: after all it was an accident), we carried on with the evening with sticky nether-regions and thighs !
Its a serious business drinking. Nothing should deter
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