Armando Iannucci talking to Benjamen Walker on WFMU’s Too Much Information about Malcolm Tucker existing in the parallel universes of In Thick of It and In The Loop (about 9:40 mins in).
Now I want to watch the Silver Age Tucker teaming up with Golden Age Malcolm, traveling to Earth Prime and taking on Andrew Rawnsley, Andy Coulson and the National Bullying Helpline.
News yesterday that James Purnell is standing down as an MP.
You will recall that the Blairite former work and pensions secretary resigned from the cabinet last June, starting a brief craze for doomed plots to unseat Gordon Brown.
According to the Guardian he’s becoming a community activist. (There I was expecting him to quit frontline politics to spend more time at home with Alan Milburn). Purnell has:
made a speech at the London School of Economics in which he quoted approvingly the work of 1930s radical Saul Alinsky, whose community-organising training programme in Chicago schooled Barack Obama
(See what James did there?)
With trust in our elected representatives at an all time low – following Iraq, the bank bail-out, MPs expenses etc – I’m sure, like me, you have been waiting expectantly for a British Obama-type figure to step forward.
A one man or woman tsunami of optimism, able to restore our battered faith in politics through sheer charisma. A surprisingly youthful saviour of non-Constitutional parliamentary democracy, blazing a trail of hope. Sweating beads of pure integrity. Exuding a magical elixir of renewal from every pore etc.
… And we get James ****ing Purnell?
This has led me to ponder other awe-inspiring Americans, and the cheap knock-offs that this island musters to bask in the reflected glory of their superior dentistry. Not so much the rockets’ red glare by the dawn’s early light, as a box of defective indoor fireworks.
Let the words resound in every hamlet, green valley and Bluewater shopping centre. From village post office to lap dancing club. In every WHSmiths offering a ‘buy one, get one free’ deal on Crunchies.
The rallying cry of national renewal shall ring out.
“No. We can’t.”
“(We don’t have the staff at the moment. Sorry).”
Those who fail to learn the lesson of history…
More as they occur.
Edit: 12:23 21/02/10
News yesterday that James Purnell is standing down as an MP.
You will recall that the Blairite former work and pensions secretary resigned from the cabinet last June, starting a brief craze for doomed plots to unseat Gordon Brown.
According to the Guardian he’s becoming a community activist. (There I was expecting him to quit frontline politics to spend more time at home with Alan Milburn). Purnell has:
made a speech at the London School of Economics in which he quoted approvingly the work of 1930s radical Saul Alinsky, whose community-organising training programme in Chicago schooled Barack Obama
(See what James did there?)
With trust in our elected representatives at an all time low – following Iraq, the bank bail-out, MPs expenses etc – I’m sure, like me, you have been waiting expectantly for a British Obama-type figure to step forward.
A one man or woman tsunami of optimism, able to restore our battered faith in politics through sheer charisma. A surprisingly youthful saviour of non-Constitutional parliamentary democracy, blazing a trail of hope. Sweating beads of pure integrity. Exuding a magical elixir of renewal from every pore etc.
… And we get James ****ing Purnell?
This has led me to ponder other awe-inspiring Americans, and the cheap knock-offs that this island musters to bask in the reflected glory of their superior dentistry. Not so much the rockets’ red glare by the dawn’s early light, as a box of defective indoor fireworks.
Let the words resound in every hamlet, green valley and Bluewater shopping centre. From village post office to lap dancing club. In every WHSmiths offering a ‘buy one, get one free’ deal on Crunchies.
The rallying cry of national renewal shall ring out.
“No. We can’t.”
“(We don’t have the staff at the moment. Sorry).”
Those who fail to learn the lesson of history…
More as they occur.
News yesterday that James Purnell is standing down as an MP.
You will recall that the Blairite former work and pensions secretary resigned from the cabinet last June, starting a brief craze for doomed plots to unseat Gordon Brown.
According to the Guardian he’s becoming a community activist. (There I was expecting him to quit frontline politics to spend more time at home with Alan Milburn). Purnell has:
made a speech at the London School of Economics in which he quoted approvingly the work of 1930s radical Saul Alinsky, whose community-organising training programme in Chicago schooled Barack Obama
(See what James did there?)
With trust in our elected representatives at an all time low – following Iraq, the bank bail-out, MPs expenses etc – I’m sure, like me, you have been waiting expectantly for a British Obama-type figure to step forward.
A one man or woman tsunami of optimism, able to restore our battered faith in politics through sheer charisma. A surprisingly youthful saviour of non-Constitutional parliamentary democracy, blazing a trail of hope. Sweating beads of pure integrity. Exuding a magical elixir of renewal from every pore etc.
… And we get James ****ing Purnell?
This has led me to ponder other awe-inspiring Americans, and the cheap knock-offs that this island musters to bask in the reflected glory of their superior dentistry. Not so much the rockets’ red glare by the dawn’s early light, as a box of defective indoor fireworks.
Let the words resound in every hamlet, green valley and Bluewater shopping centre. From village post office to lap dancing club. In every WHSmiths offering a ‘buy one, get one free’ deal on Crunchies.
The rallying cry of national renewal shall ring out.
“No. We can’t.”
“(We don’t have the staff at the moment. Sorry).”
Those who fail to learn the lesson of history…
More as they occur.
News yesterday that James Purnell is standing down as an MP.
You will recall that the Blairite former work and pensions secretary resigned from the cabinet last June, starting a brief craze for doomed plots to unseat Gordon Brown.
According to the Guardian he’s becoming a community activist. (There I was expecting him to quit frontline politics to spend more time at home with Alan Milburn). Purnell has:
made a speech at the London School of Economics in which he quoted approvingly the work of 1930s radical Saul Alinsky, whose community-organising training programme in Chicago schooled Barack Obama
(See what James did there?)
With trust in our elected representatives at an all time low – following Iraq, the bank bail-out, MPs expenses etc – I’m sure, like me, you have been waiting expectantly for a British Obama-type figure to step forward.
A one man or woman tsunami of optimism, able to restore our battered faith in politics through sheer charisma. A surprisingly youthful saviour of non-Constitutional parliamentary democracy, blazing a trail of hope. Sweating beads of pure integrity. Exuding a magical elixir of renewal from every pore etc.
… And we get James ****ing Purnell?
This has led me to ponder other awe-inspiring Americans, and the cheap knock-offs that this island musters to bask in the reflected glory of their superior dentistry. Not so much the rockets’ red glare by the dawn’s early light, as a box of defective indoor fireworks.
Let the words resound in every hamlet, green valley and Bluewater shopping centre. From village post office to lap dancing club. In every WHSmiths offering a ‘buy one, get one free’ deal on Crunchies.
The rallying cry of national renewal shall ring out.
“No. We can’t.”
“(We don’t have the staff at the moment. Sorry).”
Those who fail to learn the lesson of history…
More as they occur.