I can think of only one person who would use the phrase “a
regular sort of guy” without any intended irony.
In fact I remember him saying it about himself, and not just
once.
That person is, of course, Anthony Charles Lynton Blair,
former prime minister of this realm.
And like so much of the rubbish that has passed his lips
before, during and since his term of office, I'm sure he believed it.
It's a symptom of what has been called his “messiah complex”
– I said it, so it must be true!
Neither of those phrases (regular or messiah) is exactly
original in respect to Blair.
But apparently they're good enough for the author Robert
Harris. A man who was once a friend of Blair's and who, it's probably safe to
say, isn't now.
I found Harris’s what-if-the-Nazis-had-won novel Fatherland
thoroughly gripping when I read it, many moons ago.
And if I can’t really comment on his more recent bestseller
The Ghost, that’s at least partly because I didn’t fancy a book about Blair. Or
someone curiously like him – a deposed PM accused of war crimes.
Harris has now told Total Politics magazine that Blair
seemed a regular sort of guy when they first met in the 1990s, but that
becoming PM had changed him.
“Who knew he
would become a great friend of George Bush and would want to keep bombing
people?” he asked.
Who indeed?
Moving on to his life post-Downing Street, Harris accuses
his old mucker of being “passionately interested in making money” and living “this strange life with the
billionaire super-rich on yachts and private jets”.
It’s all to do with what Harris identifies as the former
leader’s narcissism.
Which makes it all the more bizarre that Harris says it was
“a tragedy” for Britain and the Labour Party that Blair quit national politics
after being forced out of No 10 in 2007.
The truly sad thing is that he was ever in politics at all.
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With possibly only another year to run, is the government
running out of steam?
Casting an eye over what, electorate willing, may be their
last Queen’s Speech I could find only one Bill to get really angry about.
That was the coyly named Infrastructure Bill. Which is the
one that will give free rein to companies engaging in shale gas mining. Or
fracking, as it’s better known.
Once again the Tories have listened only to moneyed
interests and ignored the impartial advice of experts.
People such as Professor David Smythe of Glasgow University,
who offered detailed evidence of how fracking could seriously contaminate water
sources.
And that, of course, is only one of the potential dangers.
Would you want big, mostly foreign-owned, mining companies
fracking under your home?
If the Infrastructure Bill becomes law – and it’s hard to
see who’ll stop it – they won’t need your permission.
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We’re on the verge of the biggest party
in football – arguably in all of world sport. And I nearly forgot to mention
it.
I was going to fill this space with an interesting anecdote
about birds and mobile phones. (That’ll have to wait until next week. Bet you
can’t wait.)
Can it be that I’m getting old? Tired, not of life
certainly, but of football.
Of course, England have precious little chance of going far
into the tournament, but that’s never killed my enthusiasm before.
Yes, the on-going shenanigans over the choice of Qatar to
host in 2022 have cast a sorry shadow over everything to do with Fifa, the game’s
governing body.
Yes, there are real worries over Brazil’s fitness to stage
the contest its teams have graced more than any others over the years. The
stadiums may not all be ready, the transport chaotic, the natives justifiably
restless at the expense of money that might have been put to better use.
Yes, the best players may be too shattered to play well, if
not actually injured.
And yes, international football may be of a lower standard
than the club game, where players aren’t virtual strangers to each other.
But heck, this is the World Cup.
I should be excited, itching for it, like any
self-respecting football nut.
My interest will probably perk up once the action kicks off
on Thursday. Probably.
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