The anecdote (perhaps apocryphal) goes like something this: The old-time city mayor was attending the opera, which he hated. One of his aides, noticing his exasperation, suggests they slip out quietly. The crusty old mayor replies, 'It ain't over until the fat lady sings!'
Well, for Gordon Brown, The Horizontally Challenged Soprano Has Begun To Vocalize.
Today's Daily Mail helps stick the wooden stake in his political heart.
Stick a fork in 'im.
He's done.
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