Further to yesterday's bit of auld rabbit about Patsy Hewitt, we now have Clare Short
doing an Enoch Powell and telling her supporters (assuming she has any) not to vote for her party and sending the New Labour thought police into a blue funk. Short has always been something of an enigma to me. Certainly of a higher standard than the other two panjandrums this place produced in Tony Banks and Brian Mawhinney she had a tendency to get my goat and provoke 'you go, girl' moments in more or less equal measures. Calling that old cryptofascist, friend of John Tyndall, arms dealing bastard Alan Clark
a drunk certainly won her brownie points, as did blowing the whistle on the secret services bugging the UN. Still, her devotion to Kinnock and his booting out of the Trots certainly done her no favours, whilst all the Iraq war bleating amounted to nothing when she didn't resign until it was well up and running. Using the excuse that she had guarantees about heading up reconstruction cuts no ice. If Randy Robin Cook could get a conscience over it Clare Short could have as well. Still, if and when she does go it will be another nail in the coffin of Parliament as anything other than a rubber-stamp on the leader's policies. For her faults, she was usually her own woman and will no doubt be replaced by some faceless no-mark spouting New labour-by-numbers toss.
Meanwhile let us all hope that Marianne Faithfull
makes a speedy recovery and is around for a long time yet spreading her unique brand of mayhem. The world would be a less beautiful place without the old headcase.