Daily Mail Richard Littlejohn
Don't forget the fairy cakes, Cherie
The wheels are coming off so fast that Blair's government resembles Charlie Caroli's circus jalopy. It won't be long before the whole thing collapses in a heap.
When the history books come to be written, the past nine years will be remembered primarily as the point at which standards in public life became submerged in the sewer.
Like the cynic he is, Blair knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. Everything's up for grabs, from peerages to national sovereignty.
The depressing thing is that no one seems particularly bothered that, while in office, the Prime Minister and his wife run up £4 million in mortgages they can't afford.
We have the unedifying spectacle of the Wicked Witch money-grubbing her way around the world on the lecture circuit to try to pay the interest on the interest.
I would say that she demeans her husband's great office of state, except that he's done a pretty impressive job of demeaning it all by himself.
What baffles me is why anyone would pay good money to listen to the WW. I've been on the receiving end of her wit and wisdom and, believe me, it's not worth tuppence.
There's no trough big enough to contain her rapacious snout. At the weekend, she turned up at a gay wedding and headed straight for the buffet.
I shouldn't be surprised to learn that she left with her handbag stuffed full of sausage rolls and fairy cakes.