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A Groovy Kind Of Love

by | 27th, September 2006

AFTER the pretender, comes the, well, pretender. And the Times was there to see Tony Blair deliver his last address as leader of the Labour Party to conference.

Unlike other showmen (Telegraph “Showman Blair steals the spotlight from Brown”), leaders of political parties rarely get to do it all over again. This really was Tony’s final curtain call. It was one more time with even more feeling.

Not for Tony a dusting off for a final farewell tour. When in his dotage, Tony will not play his part in some new Labour revival show, appearing on the end of the pier with Clare Short, Peter Mandelson and all the surviving gang from yesteryear.

Although it would be great if he did. As the Real Labour Conference kicked off in the Bournemouth International Centre, over at the end of the nearby pier, the New Labour Conference was playing.

Prezza (in novelty car): Parp! Parp!
Outta me way, knob end.
Tony : I can’t, I’ve no…
Crowd : Reverse gear.
Parp! Parp!

But for now it’s just Tony. Well, not just Tony, because by his side is the fragrant Cherie. On the cover of the Times, Cherie hugs her man. He gazes outwards, inspired and enthralled by the lighting at Manchester’s GMEX Exhibition Centre. She clasps him in her arms. Her eyes moisten. Her lips quiver.

Cherie is not

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