Brothers Grim and divers Fairy Tales

In town yesterday came across David Milliband doing a bizarre royal walkabout with a band of sad Labour university students.He is taller than I thought but every bit as weird looking as his brother.At one point when he was stationary and talking to the public he had his foot pointed downwards to the pavement like a ballerina and I wish I had had a body language expert to tell me what that signified.Smartly besuited he looked like a popinjay, a dandy of the underworld and as his pathetic acolytes followed him round town they stopped and congregated just next to the preacher stand I referred to in my previous post.How appropriate: two religions, Christianity and Socialism coming together in a theatre of the absurd.What is this man's game anyway? He is out of power but somehow the residue of power still clings to him.People stop in the street to gawp at him including myself of course but then they also stop and gawp at the a ridiculous juggler who drops all his batons.I think it is power worship.The Blair government was that alone and Milliband played his part in that weird era of smoke and mirrors, that low decade of moral and political depradation and depravity.