When shall we three meet again?

The Sundays are a bit of a mixed bag this morning. Obviously Diskgate continues to get commentary but seeing as everyone's getting a bit fed up with "Killer Disks Still At Large: No Change Here Folks" style headlines, perhaps it would be more interesting to look at the effect the fiasco has had on the Gord and the comrades.

Martin Ivens in the Sunday Times is unimpressed that - apparently - one only needs to get a job as the bloke who changes the tampax machine in the HMRC to get access to, well, pretty much everything. Meanwhile Basher Davis appeared on Andrew Marr (so to speak) to demand that Alistair Darling makes another statement on Monday regarding the security breach, and how senior the official(s) were who authorised it.

The Observer reports that Brown plans to break up his witches coven, and will rely less on Ed Balls, Miliband the Even Younger, and wee Dougie Alexander. Well, in the face of some pisspoor polling, perhaps a new strategy is needed, although the UK Polling Report is sceptical about the Mail story that holds that the Tories and Labour would be neck-and-neck if the Tonemeister was still in charge. Nevertheless, we're sure that the news caused an early glass of mulled wine with a side order of schadenfreude to be raised chez Blair.

Speaking of the ancien regime, much comment about Tony's ishoos surrounding his faith. Apparently he was afraid of being branded as a "nutter" if he came out as being a Christain. Quite right: these days unless one has the full set of trendy identikit opinions (atheist, cultural relativist, [insert dictator of choice] might be a genocidal maniac but at least he gets the trains running on time) one is practically an outcast at the best dinner parties, darling. Hold in there, Tone: like the eighties styles, your opinion will come back in to fashion with the chatterati eventually.

Dodgy donations next, and a largely incomprehensible article from the Mail on Sunday about how a builder is a donor to Labour but doesn't know it (?) is matched by an Observer one about how Google picked up the tab for a Cameron jaunt. There's a message about partisan dealignment in there somewhere, but Westmonster's too hungover to explore it further.

The Mail's slightly pervy obsession with "Foxy Knoxy" continues in as a predictable manner as Henry Porter's weekly offering: police state ... surveillance society ... George Orwell. The man has the easiest job in journalism: he just runs his stock article backwards and forwards through Babelfish a couple of times on a Saturday rendering it slightly different each week, and is laughing all the way to the bank on Sunday.

Less irritating is the Times' commentary on the defeat of Howard, David Dimbleby on Ian Smith, and Andrew Rawnsley on the tarnishing of the Brown Brand.

Written by Lloyd Shepherd on 25 Nov 2007 11:04 AM. Permalink