There’s been a bit of a kerfuffle down by the bins outside the barn.
Truly it could be said on that October morning, with its sense of collapse, that Urgency was my middle name, rather than Lembit, which was the middle name my parents, God rest their souls, gave me, weeks before my birth, before they knew whether I would be a boy or a girl.
One thing GB has inadvertently demonstrated over the last few weeks is the farcical nature of calling general elections by prime ministerial fiat. Local government has fixed terms; the Scottish Parliament and Welsh and London Assemblies have fixed terms; legislatures in other countries have fixed terms. It’s about time we had fixed-term parliaments at Westminster, and that’s the policy the LibDems backed at our conference Brighton in September.
Hurrah, then, for David Howarth MP, our Shadow Solicitor General. When the House of Commons returns from recess tomorrow, David will table a Fixed Term Parliaments Bill.
All of which is a convenient excuse to plug this video, which raises a chuckle every time I watch it:
Gordon Brown isn’t going to call a general election, Nick Robinson is reporting.
Scaredy cat, scaredy cat, sitting on the doormat. Of Number 10. For a few more months at least.
So he’s messed around with Labour’s activists, led electoral officers around the country to make unnecessary preparations, and caused the news agenda to be dominated by election speculation – rather than, say, actual news – for weeks. Well done, Gordon. And all the time you were “getting on with running the country” and not at all strategising with your advisers. Not at all.
And now what have you decided? That you can’t be sure of doing better than the unpopular Tony Blair if you went to the country now. Bit of a damning indictment of your first 100 days in office really.
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