Monday, January 09, 2006

When you gotta go...

Much more interesting than Big Brother has been the downfall of Charles Kennedy.

I've laughed along with everyone else over the months at the teasing suggestions that Kennedy had a drink problem, I watched with fascination as he admitted it with such dignity that he left himself no choich but to resign or face immediate re-election.

And all along, I couldn't help wondering what the big deal was. Arguably the best Prime Minister we've had (Winston Churchill) was a interminable drunk. Each generation after Churchill has had its' share of high profile drunks in power, so what's the problem with Kennedy?

Perhaps that he was stuck in third place, perhaps that the face of British politics is gradually changing into an organisation that doesn't include him, perhaps that the media has become so intolerant of any personal quirks or problems that the slightest admission of weakness is like a green light to every assassin on Fleet Street.