Oh, Dear, by the time this short column is finished our Wee Gordon may have lost more than 4 ministers , local elections by the score and still be hanging on with his Scottish Terrier teeth. I cannot think of any other cabinet crumbling like a Hob Nob since Major's time. Sir John, of course, crumbled while enjoying the sweet delights of Edwina Currie---what a way to go. Unfortunately OOR WEE Gordon has no such distractions. Actually he has: Hazel of the Orange Angels has roared off into the sunset on her Harley; Jacqui is hiding in a video shop;John Hutton is weeping waterfalls as he departs and Ed Purnell, who is a capable sort, turned out to be a snake in the grass.
Gordon hangs on with tenacity and has told Ed Balls to wait for the Chancellorship (perhaps Ed, an arsecreeper of renown, will have to wait). His handling of childrens' affairs falls far short of protecting young ones. Dear Darling is saved, for now.
The new Home Secretary, Alan Johnson, who embraced Education and was spurned----mainly because he knew bugger -all about it, is no less equipped than Jacqui Smith---God help us. If he tightens up the borders I'll forgive him.
It's Guy Fawkes night in June. Who is going to be the Guy? Seriously, the cabinet is a mess, the opposition is gaining local election seats and King Cameron is now becoming a serious threat!
