Did Gordon Brown’s Valentine Day gamble pay off? Who knows.
Having sampled a You Tube clip of the Piers Morgan interview I could no more watch the whole programme than witness Mel Gibson being hung, drawn and quartered in Braveheart or Jordan being made to eat maggots on celebrity TV.
Asked if he got down on one knee to propose, the Prime Minister writhed like a crab being winkled from its protective shell.
“No, I uh, I …. (Mr Brown appeared to have forgotten what a knee was) …..I didn’t do that.”
An unnaturally loud burst of audience laughter erupted – canned or just relieved, it was hard to tell. Then the man responsible for our deployment of nuclear warheads sat upright in his chair, like a small boy suddenly determined to get an awful moment over quickly. “I said, well I think we should get married. Soon. Please.”
The audience laughed again and Sarah Brown looked mock-mortified, like the stage-struck 17 year-old she so evidently is not.
“Well, at least you did say please,” said Morgan.
And then mercifully the thirty second clip was over.
It was horrible to watch.
But it may yet have boosted Gordon Brown’s low ratings - for one reason.
He is so obviously one of us.
Brown looks as grim as most of us feel.
He looks as uneasy in the superficial, bling-focussed world he has helped create as most of us.
His face doesn’t fit – and clearly he has no idea why. He’s tried the rictus grin, the empathy, the sincerity -- none of it has worked.
He’s trying too hard, like a capable person trapped in a world of gush and superficiality. Like a man longing to scream, “I’m a serious politician -- get me out of here,” who must instead endure every irrelevant, privacy-invading moment to curry favour. To read more - click here.
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