Stiff upper lip:Siôn Simon writes about what it's like to go blind - because he doesn't want to embarrass his friends:
'Being British, I have a horror of making a fuss. In fact, I feel rude telling people that I am going blind. What are they supposed to say? All they can possibly offer is what they always do: ‘Oh dear. How terrible. You poor chap. I´m dreadfully sorry.´ Some women do the verbal hugging thing. Men, almost without exception, are mightily embarrassed. It´s horrible to watch. Notwithstanding the incorrigible hack reflex to get a column out of anything that waggles its tail, the main reason for writing this is to save myself 100 such conversations.' [Spectator].
Blair poll shock: According to a Daily Mirror poll, 43 per cent of the Great British public trust Mr Blair less than they did at the time of his landslide victory on May 1 1997; 68 per cent accuse him of spending too much time abroad; 40 per cent believe life has got worse under Labour; 62 per cent say the Government has failed to tackle crime.
However, 62 per cent still think he has done quite well, very well or brilliantly as PM. [Daily Mirror].
Fooled again: John 'last hack out of Saigon' Pilger argues that it's Blair's free market ideology that lies behind the British people's lack of faith in parliamentary politics:
'What does Blair believe in? A clue was provided one year before his 1997 election victory when he toured Asia. In Singapore, a one-party state, he declared that the "success" of the dictator Lee Kuan Yew "very much reflects my own philosophy".
'He offered no political context for his admiring remarks about a system of social control described by one writer as "happy face fascism".
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'If there is a political vacuum in France, into which the fascist Jean-Marie Le Penn briefly stepped, there is something similar in Britain. Only 24 per cent of the electorate gave Blair his victory last year, the lowest turnout of any general election in history.
'People were not apathetic; they went on strike. They understood that the politicians on offer, like the pigs and men at the conclusion of George Orwell's great novel Animal Farm, were virtually the same.' [Daily Mirror].