
'There are few certainties around which we can compass our brief lives, but this much I do know: the sky is blue, reality TV has little to do with reality and David Blunkett is a bastard. Every time he starts to make a policy announcement, you know things are about to get worse. He opens his mouth and you wonder if trial by jury is about to be replaced by an assessment of guilt involving warts, birthmarks and the possession of cats. For anyone who's left of Michael Howard, the sight of Blunkett's face at the Despatch Box is about as welcome as Robin Cook at a bukkake party.'
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