I’ve been reading Alastair Campbell’s diaries from his years giving it the full Malcolm Tucker in Downing Street and have just reached the bit where Gordon Brown locks himself in a toilet, gets in a furious panic and there is only Tony Blair that he can call to come and get him out of the mess that he’s got himself into.
I suppose, when you look at the paucity of talent in the Cabinet that he has surrounded himself, with this is as neat an analogy as anything Armando Iannucci could've dreamed up.
