The Daily Moaner

First there was Peter Watt, and his book revealing odd goings-on in New Labour’s finances, and Gordon’s very own alleged slush-fund.  “My Story of Betrayal and Cowardice at the Heart of New Labour ” — kind of says it all really.  Brown is revealed described as dysfunctional, sulky, apt to throw temper tantrums.  And “pychologically damaged”.

Then there is Andrew Rawnsley’s volume “The End of the Party “, (not due out until March 1st), with its hints that our Prime Minister is ever-so-slighly round the twist, bawling and shouting at the staff, and hurling a string of obscenities at aides. Mr Rawnsley has a good track record, having previously revealed the tensions within No 10.  You get the feeling that, if Gordon isn’t exactly strapped into his strait-jacket at night, the nursing staff are standing by in case it’s needed.

Next up was ex-spin-doctor Lance Price’s tome on yet more tensions, this time between No 10 and the media.  “Where Power Lies “  details how Brown’s short honeymoon with the Press was followed by vicious attacks as things began to slide away from him.

And he reminds us of the derision that followed after No 10 revealed that Brown had asked after the health of Susan Boyle. Not that he shouldn’t be solicitous.  But that he should have had better things to do.

If only there was some new book that could show Gordon in a better light. Some deathless romantic prose that would reveal the true, rugged hero that is our leader, as he battles against impossible odds, ripping apart crocodiles even as he clasps the heroine to his manly chest…

“Oh Gordon” she gasped, the thin cotton fabric of her blouse straining as her heaving bosom — um — heaved. “You’re so masterful.   Tell me again, darling, how you steered the country out of economic disaster.  And then back into it”.

We’ll start on it tomorrow.