"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." A good point there young Juliet, however, this letter from our coffin chinned leader is no rose.
This is all very shit isn't it on all sides. I don't think for one minute The Sun newspaper gives a hoot about this poor mother's grief and anger, they're just exploiting the death of her son as it's an opportunity for them to give Gordon Brown a hard time - but, it does show what an incompetent tactless oaf our Prime Minister is.
I know he has poor eyesight so fair enough he needs to write his letters in thick black felt tip pen (so he can read them!?) but that's no excuse for getting the soldiers name wrong. And what has poor eyesight got to do with poor spelling? And even if he was blind it wouldn't excuse the tone of the letter sounding so insincere.
This letter is really a rather appropriate metaphor for his handling of this war. Badly prepared, badly put together, using the wrong equipment and without a clue how to execute or end it. Even more depressing though, is a letter from Miliband, Cameron or Nick Clegg would be even less consoling. Miliband's would be written in Crayon, Cameron would probably spray it with Brute Aftershave and Clegg would just go on about how many women he's shagged.
This of course is the consequence of letting a bunch of career politicians loose in the House of Commons who have no life experiences outside of politics. Running around playing Winston Churchill like a bunch of kids wearing their parents' clothes. Bugsy Malone set in Westminster. Once again, it's quite depressing really.
I've got a whippet embedded behind the scenes at Hull City and he's told me this morning that Steve Coppell will take over from Phil Brown before their next Premier League game after the break for pointless international friendlies.
The only market I could find for Hull City's next manager was with Skybet and they have only let me have £35 at 3/1. Tight gits. Still, it's enough to finance my love for pickled onions for several weeks so happy days.
Sky: tight gits
Slightly ironic I thought to see Tony Blair, Gordon Brown and David Cameron laying wreaths on the Cenotaph to remember the nearly one million dead from the first world war. All those men died to protect British sovereignty as did nearly 400,000 in the second world war. Yet that very thing they all died to protect has been signed away in a process started by Tony Blair, continued by Brown and endorsed by Cameron. They fought to prevent Europe becoming one big un-democratic bloc dominated by Germany and thanks to these three it was all for nothing. Quite depressing really.