News that former unelected Prime Minister, Gordon Brown, is set to continue as a backbench MP, is bound to cause some disquiet among the Labour opposition front bench.
It's all too easy to envisage that every time hackles are raised and emotions fraught, that when questions on the economy, Afghanistan, expenses etcetera are brought up in debate, the Tories and their new bestest friends the Lib Dems need only make out like Donald Sutherland and point at the honourable member for Kircaldy, in a fashion not too dissimilar to this:
No doubt, at first, his colleagues will galvanise themselves and rally to his defence, whoever the new leader of the Labour Party is, will reel off the highlights of 13 years of Labour control...but eventually this will get old. Over a period of time, those wishing to bask in the somewhat tarnished reflection of Brown will gradually slip lower down the food chain. Eventually, he will be lucky to have the company of the likes of Cathy Jamieson or Margaret Curran sitting within arms length.
Then one day, political anoraks will tune in to watch Scottish Questions with Harry Potter, and there amongst those despairing camera shots along the sparsely populated opposition benches, the cameras will pick out the scattered MP's nonchalently picking out their lottery numbers or texting their bookies, and in the dead mans row, third from the back in the centre will sit Gordon Brown, alone, thinking of what had once been.
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Sitting at arms length; Margrit Curran and Caffy Jimmison~?
Snot picking flicking arm's length maybe
Ahem, how strange according to my IP tracker of the 64 hits I've had since posting the above, 12 of them emanate from Fife, notably Dunfermline, Kirkcaldy add err North Queensferry. I do hope a once busy chappy isn't googling his own name in an effort to fill the space between surgeries and trips down South...
A surgery in Fife, you say, ehm.
Is that in scalpel and pain or, social drop-in centre?
My preference for the one-eye wonder is in the tea leaves.
Which reminds me that, Broon belongs with the other tea leaves in the Big Hoose at Riddrie.
Maybe it was Sarah, testing the water for future Twitters?
Please it be her and let her try.
Surely that will be no surprise to most people!
After all what is Brown's alternative - to go out and get a job, something he has managed to avoid so far in his life.
Or maybe a wee cushy number with a charity somewhere that avoids the words "job" and "work".
Spot on Billy - never worked nor wanted, drafted into the LP ranks as a spouter of tosh - the great world saviour - ha,ha,ha,ha! Years ago Mrs Dram looked at his phisog and declared she'd rather buy a car from Arthur Dailey than GB.
Back Bencher - him and Darling - blackadder or what?
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