So the Labour party has learnt to love resident Prince of Darkness Darth Mandelson. Considering the hoo-hah that surrounds him whenever he manages to worm his way back into Downing St that's quite an achievement. The (somewhat considerable) applause eventually died down and he was no longer the Rasputin-esque figure of yore, but a new darling for the Labour party to look up to. He had more charisma through the duration of his speech than Gordon Brown's managed in two years since taking office.
However, while his speech no doubt lifted the battered spirts of poor Labour supporters, the spring in their step will no doubt be unsprung when they remember that anyone with an ounce of grey matter can't stand the bloke. How crap must your lot be when the only beacon of light in the fetid mire that is Labour is a politician that nobody else likes?
I equate being a Labour supporter to like being a Newcastle Utd fan; you know you're really too good to be doing as badly as you are, but that doesn't stop you being a bit rubbish and everyone else having a good laugh at your expense.
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