Gordon's Chickens Coming Home To Roost!

"If I can just pull this facemask off, to reveal the Superman beneath!"

And oh, dearie me, it seems that they are more vulture than bantam.

Having schemed and plotted and blackmailed his way to being an unelected Prime Mincer without the courage to try for a mandate of his own, he is now in danger of being ousted by plotters desperate to try and save something from the wreckage of the Labour Party.

He is truly the architect of his own disaster. His reputation for financial competence is now in shreds, and the "No More Boom and Bust" mantra seems to have been abandoned along with prudence and "fiscal responsibility". His brutal treatment of anyone who may or may not have been a rival for the top job he craved has left him with very few real friends in the PLP. He is losing what little support he still has from such as Alastair Darling through his failure to actively support them in the expenses scandals that they are almost all caught up in.

And now, facing wipeout in the local and EUSSR elections, his only real weapon, the re-shuffle, has been pre-empted by The Fat Lodger and made almost useless by his pathetic attempt to get a Queen-free (appart from him!) photo-opportunity with Obama at the D-Day remembrances. It means he has to be in France when he desperately needs to be in Downing Strasse making sure that the rebellious don't get the chance to wield the knife.

All very satisfying!

The Penguin