June 24, 2009

I do like Prime Minister's Questions - just because you can see the verbal punches bouncing off Grown Brown's miserable, battered face.

This week's ding dong was on who's going to spend the most money after next year's general election - Labour or the Tories.

As usual, slippery David Cameron managed to get away without giving any of his own policies or spending plans - but then, at the end of the day, he hasn't got his fingers on the public purse, and it's Brown who's accountable.

And how accountable he is.

The man veers and stumbles ever more to the precipice of his fantasy world.

The world where he boasts about upping public spending to save the country.

Yeah, that's right. Because that's just what this country needs.

More civil servants, middle managers, administrators, quangos, first, second and third tier health "trusts", advisory bodies, development agencies, utterly useless "tsars".

I don't know about you, but I just can't get enough of people unable to get a proper job telling me what to do, how to do it, and that it's "what the people want".

And while banging his stumpy, chewed fingers onto the despatch box ten minutes or so ago, doing the Tories' job for them by growling about their alleged proposed cuts, Brown said they "will not be allowed to happen".

Which presumably means he really is going to try to get some form of proportional representation into the legislature in a last, vain, outrageous hope of retaining his stolen power.

Horrible, though, aren't they? Yvette Cooper and Ed Balls, aka Mr and Mrs Smug, puppet Alistair Darling, and matriachal overlord of all she thinks she surveys, Harriet Harman.

People think it is hot today. Just wait till next year.