IT WOULD SEEM that being remembered as the worst Prime minister we have ever had, but for the dreadful Gordon Brown, has not stopped good old Tony Blair from cashing in on his past. Known internationally as Mr Fix-it, with illusions of importance, he can command exorbitant fees for his diplomacy skills, for making things happen, sorting things out ..eh ? Pity he didn't do that when he was the British Prime minister for ten years.
Along with his side-kick, Gordon he took our country to ruin, spending what we did not have and lied to the British voter, the press, and to parliament in order to chum-up to George W. Bush in the invasion of Iraq. Were there mass weapons of destruction? Eh no. Lies and more lies were the order of the good old "New Labour party" spearheaded by the autocratic media manipulator Alastair Campbell, who had so much power that not only could he bully reporters and tell Tony what to say and do, but was also the first press secretary in history that could order civil servants to do as he commanded; a dictator in any other country.
This we were advised after the demise of the three stooges Blair, Brown and Campbell, was done to control the media, to keep the public in blissful unawareness that our Gold reserves had been sold, pensions were now worthless and a spending spree splurged that our grandchildren will still be paying for.
Brown and Campbell? We don't hear too much from nowadays, thank you God. No doubt Mr and Mrs Brown are working on another set of Downing Street memoirs where Gordon will hope to convince us all that he was in fact the best chancellor and Prime minister we ever had, but we all don't drink enough to believe that. Campbell occasionally appears on late night political programmes giving us his withered view on how the government is going wrong and how the press should be handled. Oh yes, the good old Campbell way of lying and deceit.
The lottery winner of this gruesome threesome is Blair, who sees himself as some political guru with Dan Dair tendancies to put out and sort political fires across the globe.
Living in elaborate splendour in the Chilterns, his house has had renovations running into millions to achieve the expected opulence the Blairs require, and is called, with Blair's Labour convictions to the fore, South Pavilion. Eat your heart out JR Ewing. Stacked with Regency furniture, a state of the art pool and gym complex, it has elaborate fountains and of course what every home should have, two peacocks strutting the grounds. A full-time cook, headhunted from Chequers, is a must in any Labour household along with the wellbeing instructor that visits every day so Cherie and Tony can take the stress out of their way of life with yoga and meditation.
Apparently much in demand, he has cultivated influencial and rich friends across the world. His pomposity for being some kind of online Samaritan knows no bounds when last week he was paid one million dollars for an hour of his time in a stalled 11th-hour mining company takeover. JP Morgan, the Wall Street bank, pays our ex-leader £2.5 million a year as a senior adviser; pretty astonishing as we are still trying to clear up the financial mess he left our country in.
These lucrative pay-offs only serve to blur the line in Blair's ventures, as his role as a Middle East peace envoy and his supposed illustrious past serves as a figurehead for his own money-making empire called you've guessed it ' Tony Blair Associates '.
I have no problem in accepting that there are politicians with renowned proven skills that can help in serious negotiations and issues around the world and they should be paid accordingly, but dear old Tony is no Kofi Annan or Henry Kissinger. Every time the sickeningly pompous face of Blair is on television my father informs me "That man should be in prison!" and he's not wrong.
Thanks to his smiling PR skills Blair's reputation abroad remains unjustifiably high, but back home he has been rumbled and is generally an embarrassment - no more so that with the Labour Party. Don't expect any Clinton-esque revivalist speech at this year's Labour Party conference - or any time soon.
Work continues on his mansion, which used to belong to a far better actor, Sir John Gielgud, with an artist commissioned to work on a vast 'Tromp L'oeil' on a wall in the grounds, which leads to a secret garden. If only Blair, Brown and Campbell had ventured through the door to this garden and became lost things would be very different now; although Tony could always calm Gordon and Alastair down with some yoga and meditation.