Complete Nonentities, Not Even Worth Hating

Tony Blair hardly seems real now, already almost forgotten. Likewise the cast of comical grotesques with whom he surrounded himself. His Resignation Honours List, with its Lord Mandelsons and Sir Alastair Campbells and what have you, will mark the final hurrah, before they all return to the obscurity that they so richly deserve.

From the national and international stage to the most utterly local, Blair’s and the Blairites’ fifteen minutes are up, and they have been booed off the stage. Now, at last we see him and them as they always really were: complete nonentities, not even worth hating.

From the national and international stage to the most utterly local, sulk all you like, bitch all you like, spread all the muck that you like, small fry that you are, and small fry that you always were. We are just laughing at you now, if we still notice you at all. Our only regret is that we did not always either mock or ignore you, as we should have done all those years, from the national and international stage to the most utterly local: complete nonentities, not even worth hating.