Dan Hannan and The Speech for The Unelected.

Dan Hannan can explain things better than anyone Gordon.
He has even simplified it for you.

Mandy's Puppet Government.

Mandy owns you now Gord.

Lord Mandelson dismissed reports of an email he wrote in January 2008, which described Mr Brown as "self conscious" and "angry", as "tittle tattle".

Lord Mandelson said the email had not been hostile to the PM but had simply advised that he be himself.

Gordon, your little jokette this afternoon on Mandy being an expert with emails implies acceptance of your submissive role in his Government of no marks.

Pwned Bee-ach!

Interesting Lamposts Pt 1. West Ham Town Hall.

Gordon is staging a photo op at West Ham Town Hall this afternoon, according to a begging email from Kirsty McNeill:

"..He’s right and he knows that there’s a whole generation of Labour people who will do whatever it takes to keep it that way. Would you be free to join him at West Ham Town Hall, between four and six on Sunday?

He’d like to thank you in person and he wants to talk to you about what the role for this generation of Labour is going to be, because it’s time.

You can of course invite others you know, indeed please do. But I will need names for security, so if you could email me back with whether you can make it and who you’d like to bring, I’d appreciate it. I hope it’s going to be the start of something big."

It's an interesting place for lovers of architectural street furniture.
Also the statues on the building itself are of particular note as is the beautiful balcony.

West Ham Town Hall in Stratford Broadway was originally built for the West Ham Local Board of Health. It is surmounted by statues representing Justice, Liberty, Fortitude and other virtues with a square tower set at one corner.

H/T Constantly Furious

65 YEARS.

For The Fallen
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years contemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

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I cannot pretend to feel impartial about colours. I rejoice with the brilliant ones and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.

Sir Winston Churchill

Don't Come Home Gordon.

Out Of The Mouths Of Babes.

Politicians are a joke.