We needed the Fonz in PMQs today, but instead we got Gordon Brown.
By Ian Dunt
From high school to now, it never changes. The cool guy gets the girl, the job, the friends and the party invitations. Everyone wants to be the cool guy.
As the party leaders sat on either side of the Commons, waiting for Welsh questions to wrap up, it was pretty clear which one that was. Gordon Brown hunkered forward, his notes a bouquet of frantic scribbles. The papers fanned out in a circle as if he was holding a jagged plate of political annotations. Multicoloured post-it notes shot out in all directions. Across from him, David Cameron sat, cross-legged, leaning back, smiling warmly at his colleagues. Every so often he would write neat little notes in the margins of his neat little papers. Cameron was Fonzie, Brown was that awkward kid who used to spend all lunchtime eating Mars bars in the school corridor on his alone but always did very well at chess.
Things got worse when the session began, with BrownRead More »from Cameron fails to keep cool