Milliband grin

When it gets to the stage when the only thing keeping the dreadful Mr Gordon "clingon"TM Brown from being wiped away and flushed down the Labour lavatory of lost leaders - following in the eminently forgettable footsteps of Foot ( npi) and Kinnock - is a financial crisis, then this tawdry Manchester conference with its SO transparent veneer of fake smiles, firm handshakes and plot, erm polite applause, has only one objective for the members - to simply get through the ordeal and with a collective sigh of relief, go home.

A more rank display of false unity and hypocritical weasel talk you could not find.
Brown's tawdry survival speech act, with a barely disguised desperate pleading foreward from his long-suffering wife, may as well have been delivered to himself in the full length no. 10 hallway reflector for all the substance and spine it contained, or for all the genuine impact it imparted.

This Times front page picture, brought to the stoat's attention by the remarkable Ian Thorpe ( www.greenteeth.blog.co.uk ) via his goodly sister fatsally, is quite the classic, heh.
Sally thinks the creep Milliband looks like Frank Spencer here... the stoat envisages a Tim Henman doppelganger in disbelieving delight that he's just got through to the quarterfinals at Wimpledon.

All the creepy little jerk has to do is sit back and bide his time while the MPs applauding Brown now, sharpen their political knives in readiness for a window of opportunity for the inevitable collective Brutus moment - their only motivation of course being hoping against hope to save their own Savile Row pinstripe-clad asses ( seats) at the next GE.

Nothing whatsoever to do with concerns for the welfare of the people of this country.
Labour MPs - barring one or two noteable exceptions a shameless & spineless bunch of self-important plotting parasitic plonkers.

CHEEKY STOAT