Make Tea Not War!
A very political book-shop, it seems, I'll check it out soon, surely they must have some brilliant anti-Blair propaganda for me to read! Although, poor old Tony can't be that bad, he shares the same birthday with ME, after all.. just the day, obviously, not the year, I think he's something like 52 now. I bet being a Prime Minister enhances your midlife-crisis even more, especially if you're the Premier of Great Britain and even your voters make fun of you (and your voters only helped you win the previous election(s) because there's no alternative..!), let alone the rest of the country who thinks you're a whimp..
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oooh do I see a little self-pity shining through there, daddy? ;) But you know, part of the burden of being a Prime Minister is that everyone expects you to be perfect and completely immune to ordinary people's problems like for example a midlife-crisis, politicians have to cope with much harder things.. although, hang on, who am I to judge how hard it is to overcome a midlife-crisis? But hey, I've had mine when I turned 18, that was a very formative experience..
Of course nobody is perfect, but being a Premier means you're responsible for something bigger than the decision over the colour of your new wallpaper at home, so, especially if the whole world cries out not to have another war, he should better get over himself and start using his brain and get real.. not only Blair, though, obviously!
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