Mallochs

Shock, horror! Mark Malloch Brown had to be given a peerage in order to make him a Minister when he was not an MP (he would have been given one anyway when he retired). He has been given the use of a grace and favour residence which is not exactly a bedsit, and which really would fetch quite a tidy sum if it were ever sold. And he didn’t live in a tent in Central Park when he was at the UN, either. Surely, this all adds up to the political scandal of the decade?

This ridiculous article has been co-written by the “journalist-in-residence” at some neocon crank shop, and published in a magazine whose editor’s wife is a special adviser to the man ludicrously over-promoted to Foreign Secretary partly as a sop to the departing Blairites, and partly because he had threatened to cry and stamp his feet unless he was given something better than his Brownite brother.

The job of Foreign Secretary has a long history of being done from the House of Lords. At the earliest opportunity, and even if an application form for Labour Party membership has to be filled in, Lord Malloch-Brown should be made Foreign Secretary instead of the obvious student union politician, David Miliband. That’ll teach him to go around placing articles like this. The grown-ups are in charge now. Aren’t they?