I began to feel sorry for Gordon yesterday. Sitting opposite him became almost uncomfortable. I can’t remember whose question it was, (we were about 20 minutes in), but Gordon answered the question and almost spat the words out; with a look of complete disbelief that anyone should dare to ask such a thing, he collapsed back onto his bench.
If you watch PMQs back on Sky you will see exactly what I mean. It takes him about four seconds to recover and then he starts to furiously sift through his notes.
Those notes…. Tony Blair had a pristine red folder and you could see from where I sit that just about every subject you could imagine was in alphabetical order.
Gordon Brown uses loose leaves of A4 paper, covered in post-its and writing.
The thing I don’t think he has quite grasped is that as Prime Minister you have to answer every question, the buck stops at your dispatch box.
The conversation in the Members’ tea room yesterday was that he will be collected from No 10, by men in white coats; and it wasn’t just Conservative MPs who said it.
I am sure that underneath the grumpy PM persona, there is a nice family man who cuddles his little boys on his knee, and shares all his hopes, and dreams, with his wife. The problem is he takes his control freakery to work and it is very obvious close up how he is struggling.
If you were to ask me, who do I think are decent likeable people from the Labour front bench I would say Geoff Hoon and Jack Straw. It was painful to look at Jack’s face, he was in agony.
I almost wanted to lean forward and say to David, there now, that’s a good boy, leave him alone... It was so painful to watch. Gordon will hate the Mr Bean taunt, absolutely hate it; he can do nothing about it and he will hate that even more.
Where will it all end?