Children! Children! Future! Future!

Mick Fealty of the Telegraph has run Brown's speech through a "tag cloud generator" to show which words and phrases he used the most, indicating a focus on all this British and children (which is a bit of a pisser if you're a Scottish pensioner, but as Guido notes, we don't seem to be using the "S" word).

No mention of the boy David though. Residents in the posher parts of Notting Hill are presumably getting their brains in a wangle as we speak, trying to work out how to give Gord a good kicking without mentioning him by name.

Dizzy meanwhile draws attention to the choice of song for Brown's entrance, which seems to imply that Blighty is a laying on of the Prime Ministerial hands away from creating the new Jerusalem. Messianic tendencies? Well, no political song is entirely risk free: apparently "Things Can Only Get Better" was about doing The Drugs and the less said about the horrific "Lifted" the better.

Interestingly, this week's Spectator carried two articles - one by Fraser Nelson (who wasn't impressed today) and the other by Irwin Stelzer, parts of which are almost identical to Brown's passionate musings this afternoon. Coincidence? Westmonster rather fancies not.