Alastair Campbell in emotional defence of Blair on Iraq

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Alastair Campbell in emotional defence of Blair on Iraq

Seven years of being asked the same question seems to be grinding him down

Andrew Marr's constant interupting makes him look like a bit of a bastard

Campbell and Brown both get an attck of the snivels on the same weekend? More spin perhaps?

I remember Brown saying he would not use his family for political gain ( which I actually respected him for) , he then proceeded to drag Sarah out at the party conference, stuck her on twatter Twitter and got her picture taken with gorgeous people in LA etc and now this?

Call me cynical but alister Campbell (Mr Spin) is back in the fold and aiming to win them the next election is he not? ( with the sympathy vote perhaps?).

There are millions of us who have disabled children and I don't see us using it as capital on tv (maybe some of us who have been denied DLA could go on tv and start blubbering for the sympathy vote, I wonder if Mr Brown would make the system fairer for our children?).

I for one do not want to see our PM crying on tv ffs, I want to see him explaining why he sold off our gold reserves at stupidly low prices. Why he allowed our troops to go to war with the wrong kit. What he's going to do about the state of education in this country. What he's going to do for the pensioners who can't afford to eat, who have no social care.

I watched it live this morning

I thought he sounded like he was in love with Blair. Was about the most homoerotic display I've seen in a while (not that I'm accusing them of anything....just came across that way when I had just woken up and turned on the telly!)

Atlantis he was crying over his dd who died 8 years ago, are you that hard faced that you can't understand why he might ??? His son Fraser has cystic fibrosis. Also possibly you are expecting too much of Piers Morgan; he is highly unlikely to ask about montary policy innit

I'm sick to the back Fucking teeth of AC.
I wish he'd bloody well up sticks and move to Cyprus or summat with the appallingly smug Fiona.

Funny how he surfaces now he has a novel to flog.

yy MP, Alistair Campbell is totally in love with TB

yes, he's like the Max Clifford of politics. Just when you hope you're finally done with him, he pops up again when there's the hint of money to be made.

arf fis that's it exactly

No I think Andrew Mar was proffessional and waited for him and tried to make him answer properly. AC came across as someone who didn;t know HOw to answer, so played upset

Tears certainly seem to be catching on amongst Labour. Haven't seen Marr but I am sure Alastair Campbell's tears make up entirely for the hundreds of thousands lying dead in Iraq.

I remember Brown at the party conference, where he went out of his way to say "I don't use my children as props", painting Cameron as the very incarnation of Beelzebub for talking publicly about his children.

He obviously forgot to say the second line: "unless it is in an hour-long propoganda fest with Piers Morgan a few weeks before an election".

BoysAreLikeDogs, you forget that this interview is heavily edited. He could easily ask for anything to do with his kids to be edited out, for their privacy.

But of course, this is Gordon Brown. Moral strictures are for other people. When he does it, it becomes OK.

Did he cry?
Silly fucker.

I doubt that it was intentional because I expect the headlines IS CAMPBELL CRACKING UP AGAIN won't look very good

FIS - You should start a Noo Labour Slashfic blog perhaps?

I should add, before I get labelled as a completely heartless bitch, that of course I feel incredibly sorry for Gordon and Sarah Brown for their loss.

However, that doesn't excuse the hypocrisy. Accusing your opponent of making political capital out of their children - and then going on to do exactly the same weeks before an election - seems deeply cynical to me.

"are you that hard faced that you can't understand why he might"

Err, if I were that much of a bitch I would have said; I wonder where he hid the onion.

I have no problem with polititians mourning the loss of their children, but not on some sleezy tabloid style show. (I would have said the same if it had been Cameron).

If him an Piers want a love fest they should do it on their own time as usual, Brown should be out there talking politics not trying to make the country feel sorry for him.

lol mp

we could start with Blair and Campbell, David Milliband and Hilary Clinton and what was that mad woman guru Blair/Cherie were in love/lust with?

Carole Caplin that's it. Definite 3-some potential there.

AC has blogged on this here

LOL at NuLab slashfic

"AC has blogged on this"

Mr Spin at it again.

And note; there's a damned good reason not to buy the book, half of the money goes to the Labour party so they can tell more lies and spend another five years sending our soldiers to war ill equipped and lacking in everything a modern army has.

Blair sat at his desk, his shirt open at the neck, exposing an inch or two of dark chest hair. His shirt cuffs were unbuttoned, folded back to the elbows like a cricketer about to bowl. His elbows rested on the table, his chin resting on his hands clasped as though in prayer. He stared into the middle distance.

A knock on the door. "Come in."

The door flew open and Alastair strode in. He paused as his hand dithered over the handle, and then he closed the door quietly behind him. He took off his jacket and threw it on a chair, and loosened his tie, all the time keeping eye contact with Blair. Neither man spoke.

Blair broke the silence with a whispered request. "We need to talk about the sexing up."

Alastair raised an eyebrow and sat down in the chair, opposite Tony. Slowly, he removed his tie, and took a deep breath.

Blair licked his lips

Morningpaper if you write the book I will definately read it.

PMSL

Blair sat back in his chair, waiting for Alastair to fill the silence.

Alastair gave a thin smile. "Christ, Tony, don't start. I've been shafted already this morning by fucking Marr." He rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands.

Blair stood up, pushing his chair back to the wall. "I'm not talking about the bloody dossier. Look - " He looked at Alastair, his eyes almost - for a second - pleading. Blair broke eye contact and walked to the other side of the room, towards a small polished mahogany table. "Let's have a drink!" Blair said, and lifted a decanter of whisky, waggling it provactively with a false grin.

"Fuck's sake Tony," said Alastair, sounding horrified. "This isn't Yes Fucking Prime Minister. Who the fuck drinks whiskey at 10am? Just tell me what the fuck you are getting at."

Blair put the decanter down, looking deflated.

"I want to talk about us," he said, staring at the flocked wallpaper, scared to turn around.

God it's going to take AGES to get to the throbbing cock stage, who the fuck has TIME for writing slashfic?