Friday, March 4, 2011
The Labour victory in 1997 left me rather unmoved. I did borrow a TV to stay up to watch the results come through, laughing like a loon as I struck out all the Tories who had served as Prison Minister during my time.
But I didn't take to Blair. No one should be that smarmy. But it was two specific things pushed him beyond my pale. The first was his dodgy deal with Bernie Ecclestone to exempt Formula 1 from the ban on tobacco advertising. As a die-hard Fl fan I think Fl should be exempt from just about all laws except those of physics, but it was the slipperiness of this episode that made me wrinkle my nose.
What put the lid on it, though, was Humphrey the cat. Granted, Humph may have picked up Tory tendencies whilst serving under Thatcher, but that was no excuse for treating him badly. I never trust anyone who can't take the time to be nice to a cat.
It's a dubious measure of political sophistication, I know. But at least Cameron has the political nous to obtain a new cat. That buys him a little more time in my book. Just.