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What if....

Its amazing what can happen in a fairly noddy lecture! Your mind wanders and you find yourself checking out the news and all that.. and you begin to think about whats going on in the world and you read a little more and you think...

I wonder if Gordon Brown will be cheeky as cheeky and call an election this week? Tomorrow in fact. In the afternoon. I'm not sure he can (he may have to wait for Parliament to be back in session) but if he could it would be genius. Dave (lets not be too formal about this) will be up there giving it his all, and a murmur will erupt throughout the hall. Phones will begin to vibrate and journalists will leave the auditorium. Why: well because the jag has just come back from Buckingham Palace and Gordon has swept back inside number ten with a wry smile.

By 4pm the press are mustered outside the shiny black door and Dave is left talking to a group of half panicked local party chair people (ooh lets face it, men). Perhaps a helpful aide will step up and tell him: Cameron will blanche (think Nixon in that awful suit) and political history will be made.

I don't think its feasible but its a welcome distraction from stuff!

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Anonymous said…
It's a shame this didn't happen, it would have been a great moment. It looks like Gordo is too indecisive, and too dependent on poll results to make such a bold move.

Today reckon he'll wait for poll results this weekend and then only call the election if he has a clear double-figure lead... all of which makes me think he's a bit gutless, really...

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