Tears for Piers

Having just watched Gordon Brown on the Piers Morgan show I felt moved to write something, shortly after I'd recovered from feeling moved to vomit in disgust.

Gordon Brown is such a horrific individual that practically anything about him is fair game, his character, his looks, his disability (which includes his character and his looks as well as his impending blindness). What isn't fair game are his children. Which makes it all the more sad that he chose to drag his wife on that programme to parade their sorrow over their children in search of votes. I hope that it doesn't work. More than that, I hope it backfires and people see it for what it was - sickening and distasteful.

Sadly I rather think that the British people enjoy this kind of stage-managed mawkish self-pity these days. It's perhaps not the British value that Brown was hoping to identify, but having studied Britishness for so long there's a good chance that he knows his target audience.

All I can say is it ain't for me. There was something about it that I found slightly horrifying and distinctly un-British. Here was a sitting Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, yes our Prime Minister - albeit one we didn't want or ask for - talking to Piers-fucking-Morgan. Good grief Charlie Brown.