A failed old Caledonian fraudster reads a speech written by someone else, gets bigged up his PR-savvy missus, and the fluffy
Much of Gordon's effort moved away from blathering on endlessly about prudence (for she is now in firmly forgotten consigned to a rest home for loose women) to try and rubbish the Conservatives by the use the age old tactic of a big enough lie repeated frequently enough.
Although some may suspect that the new caring, sharing Gordon Brown has probably got his heart in the right place, but his head remains firmly stuck up his arse, and he only offers the semblance of leadership thanks to the fact that all his colleagues are plainly lightweight no hopers. But do we want "nice blokes" to lead the
A damp eyed Rab C Nesbitt could have comfortably replaced Gordon Brown reading the speech off the auto-prompt, and the poll ratings might have been even better. At least there might have been a few laughs.