I went last Friday to see TB at the Iraq Inquiry.
I was meant to be in the ‘additional viewing facility’ but was called on Thursday by someone in the Cabinet Office saying a space in the inquiry room had become available.
Lucky me.
The room was no larger than a classroom, and there were four rows of fifteen seats and a little velvet cordon. The weirdest part was the atmosphere. It felt like one of awe and deference, which to me, felt plain wrong. There were a few family members behind me, and whenever they mumbled anything, a whole bunch of people would swing round with evil stares and jutting jaws. Why was Tony Blair so sacred? Continue reading ‘Tony Blair’s drift into insanity’