Saturday, August 04, 2007

Life's A Beach For Gordon

'Crisis? What crisis?' remarked a relaxed Gordon Brown from his holiday home. Brown, wearing a white vest and matching knotted handkerchief, said he was perfectly content to leave the appropriate departments of state to deal with what is probably only an isolated outbreak of Foot and Mouth. Licking an ice cream, he gazed contentedly out at the happy throng on the beach, smiled and said 'This is what it's all about really, isn't it?'
And then I woke up.

6 comments:

  1. And now I'm off to see if the Surrey countryside is still open...

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  2. Watch yourself down there. And not from the farmers. The real danger is Tabitha/Belinda, the 16 year old girl protecting her 12 year old three day eventer. She will Kill.

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  3. Do you know, Bryan, I nearly read that wrong the first time - I thought it said "the happy thong" and I thought Gord was holidaying on the shores of Windermere, and had seen Chip Dale!

    Hmm, I'll go read the link now. As you were.

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  4. Nige, the real postmodern horror of this isn't just that Mr. Brown cut short his holiday unnecessarily. It's that he cut it short to rush back and chair a meeting! If he had swept into Whitehall all sweaty with bug-eyed rage and summarily ordered the Minister of Agriculture thrown into the Tower, I might have been impressed.

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  5. Precisely Peter. That is Gordon's total idea of governance - chairing meetings and spending taxpayers' money in ever more dizzying amounts.

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  6. Oops. I mean Nige! Sorry. Teach me to comment too fast. You guys should make your names bigger.

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