I see that the clunking fist doesn’t like awkward questions.
Mr Brown was clearly frustrated as he was repeatedly challenged over his personality, leadership and the defection of The Sun newspaper from the Labour cause, complaining that he was not being given the opportunity to debate policy, following his speech at the Labour Party conference in Brighton.
Yes, well, that’s life, isn’t it? The defection of The Sun is hardly surprising, yet is itself newsworthy. Clearly despite the rhetoric, it rankles. What Brown doesn’t appear to like is that he is not deciding the story. Besides, what policies?
At the end of his conversation with the BBC’s Sian Williams, in which he protested a number of times about the nature of the questions, he walked out while the presenter was still speaking to the studio, stepping between her and the camera and blanking out the screen.
Miss Williams attempted to laugh off his gaffe, telling Mr Brown: “You can stay where you are if you want.”
How to make yourself look like a twat in one easy move. If anyone can recall Preston walking out of Never Mind the Buzzcocks a year or so back, it didn’t make him look all principled, it made him look a jerk, an action that he subsequently regretted for that very reason. The clunking fist is, indeed, a jerk and in walking out, demonstrated that not only can he not manage the country’s economy, not only is he utterly incompetent for his current role, he can’t handle fairly predictable questions on current affairs affecting the leadership of his party.
He went on to accuse the journalist of being “obsessed” with the Labour leadership, adding: “You have not given me the chance to talk about the economy.”
I think we have all heard everything Brown has to say on the economy and it is pig swill.
Asked about a comment from Lord Mandelson that the public could not see through a “filter” at the Prime Minister’s real character, Mr Brown snapped: “He was probably talking about the media.”
Maybe he was. We can, however, see through the filter at the real character and we don’t like what we see.
How many months left of this charade?