Just back from seeing Called to Account at the Tricycle, a dramatisation of a hypothetical hearing against “Anthony Charles Lynton Blair for the crime of aggression against Iraq”.
Yet despite being very good and everything, it has now completely gone from my mind because… I just met the Demon Headmaster!
I recognised Terrence Hardiman during the play, and Tasha and I ambushed him a bit afterwards. And yes, it’s all very embarrassing and childish – but there was absolutely no way we could resist. Mum was also quick-thinking enough to get a little note for Katie to prevent any sibling squabbling which was cool.
So all in all, a rather brilliant tactic on behalf of the New Labour spin machine: wheel out the Demon Headmaster and suddenly we don’t give a damn about the war anymore