Thurdsday September 20th: Both contenders must be sensing that the end is near, today as they've been out and about in the capital, making sure their faces are seen and their voices are heard.
According to the Guardian, Gordon was one of three Prime Ministers to meet Rudy Guliani - Former mayor of New York and one of the Republican candidates who may end up running in the race for the White House next year. Yesterday, while on the international campaign trail he also met with Blair and Thatcher (*Boo, Hiss*) who had left the comfort of their respective bunkers and crypts to meet the man from Brooklyn, deep in the heart of Knightsbridge. Now correct me if I'm wrong, but does the campaign trail not end at the most eastern point of the East Coast and the most westerly point of the West? Has Blair's incessant toadying led to a silent agreement that Great Britain is the newest state in the Union? Unless this is an attempt by the Republicans to repair links with the Crown and restore colonial rule than there is more to this than meets the eye.
Perhaps it's because the London has played Igor to so many of Mad Professor Washington (D.C.)'s hairbrained schemes over the past few years that they feel we should get a choice of leader. Never mind that we can't vote for them. It's like the 'Here's What You Could Win' bit on a game show.
With flying visits expected from Hilary Clinton and Barack Obama in the next few weeks, it seems that they'll come over here because they don't want to feel that they're missing out on something. If they don't know what it is by the time they get on the plane, they can make it up over a pint of bitter and a plate of fish and chips in a good old country pub
NB: Any cheques, breifcases and/or swag bags full of legal tender that they receive from British backers will be paid to them in Gordon's mighty Pound Sterling. It's like a buy one get one free sale when they go to the Post Office to get them changed into Dead Presidents.
Elsewhere, the near collapse of Northern Rock still dominates the news. Mervyn King, the governor of the Bank Of England has remained defiant in the face of rumours and in the process earned himself as many column inches as both Prince and Gordon today. For now, both Gordon and the Chancellor Alastair Darling have stated their confidence in his ability to continue in the role. But if he so much as looks at either of them funny, he's gone. Right now, they're probably just looking for reasons. If all else fails Gordon will have the Secret Services plant child porn on Melvyn's computer. Job done.
I admit that I am intrigued about Cherie's memoirs of her time at Downing Street. If she spills the beans one everyone and everything, than it will make Blair look like a pussy for not saying anything himself. Is Tony hiding behind his wife? Is he taking orders and being told to shut up and grin for the camera? Ladies and gentlemen, you know as well as I do, that this would not be the first time.
The Guardian reports that relations between the ex and current Prime Ministers have thawed to the point where Gordon now feels comfortable referring to Blair as "Tony" in private conversations. As opposed to "That big-eared, grinning twat".
Following on from the OJ Simpson mentions from the past couple of days, I would like to talk about Phil Spector. He's one scary looking sonuvabitch. For some reason when I see him rocking those wigs, I am reminded of Norman Bates dressing up as his mum in Psycho. I can imagine him deciding to go for the strawberry blonde bob-cut and the Ginsu. Well, he's found the knife, but wears the wig?? Bloody Spector...
I hope it's a wig anyway. He fucked up if, as rich as he is, he actually pays someone to make his hair look like that. In an odd (but completely non-psychopathic) way, I admire the level of eccentricity Spector has displayed up until now. He's like a more extreme, White version of Rick James. Does he plan to get off a murder rap because he produced The Beatles? He must have something hidden up his sleeve, because it doesn't look like the judge is going to buy that whole 'she-was-showing-off-and-shot-herself-through-the-mouth-to-impress-me' schtick. (Yeah, that old chestnut). Nope - the motion for a mistrial was shot down, (no pun intended), where it stood. In the near future Spector will either go free or go down.
Prince dominates the front page of The Times, dressed all in black and blowing kisses to the audience as he swaggers down the catwalk at Matthew Williamson's show in Eaton Square yesterday.
He's also back at work tonight for the penultimate time in the tour.
I, personally, am as excited as a child on Christmas Eve about the prospect of tomorrow. Not only because of the show, but because I will finally be free of the millstone of current affairs and I can go back to spending my evenings watching episodes of Entourage and Curb Your Enthusiasm until I nod off and wake up four hours later, still in my work clothes. That, my friends, is the life...
P.S. - While I am not a Chelsea fan, (Condolences, Bainer), I've gotta say that Roman Abramovich screwed up by letting Mourinho leave. He's been, hands down, the most interesting character in British football since Eric Cantona. No-one else will ever pull off that 'stayed-in-a-strip-club-all-night-and-caught-a-cab-from-there-to-the-stadium' look, like The Special One. All I will say is; God help Roman if the team Jose ends up managing plays against The Blues...
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