| Look, why would
Tony Blair have Kofi Annan’s office electronically bugged? It doesn’t make
sense, not when you realise that Tony’s other job is as a top quality mind reading
act, as he proved during a cabaret interval at Party Conference in Inverness. "I’m getting the name Jack. Do we have a Jack, in here
tonight? Jack, something, is it MacConnell? It is, isn’t it? I’m just
concentrating very hard Jack. I’m starting to get something here Jack, something of
yours Jack, in my pocket. Without being rude Jack, remember it’s a family show, could
you just check the contents of your trousers for me? That’s right, Jack they’re
gone aren’t they? That’s because I’ve got your balls in my pocket, and no
Jack, I won’t be giving them back at the end of the show…
I’m getting a name, Henry is it? No
one here tonight of that name is there?
No, that’s right, but I’m getting
a picture in my mind of Henry, and Jack, he’s sending you a message from beyond.
It’s a bit indistinct Jack, but do the words bastard, traitorous, back stabbing and
little mean anything to you? No? Doesn’t matter Jack, because I’m trying to see
if Henry’s got a future and all I see is black, so not to worry…
Oh, now I’m getting another voice talking to me now. A
whiny Brummie voice, saying nasty things about me which I’d like to comment on but
I’ve got to get off now because Cathy Jamieson’s up next with her performing
poodles routine. And I don’t mean the Labour Group of MSPS. Behave yourselves!
I’ve been Tony Blair, you’ve been a credulous
audience, night, night, God bless". |
