'the appearance of the urbane and glamorous George Clooney at the PM's side earlier in the week to talk about Darfur served only to emphasise what seems to be Mr Brown's awkwardness and increasing discomfort in his own skin.' wrote the Telegraph.
When you hear sweet syncopation
And the music softly moans
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones
When it gets too hot for comfot
And you can't get an ice cream cone
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around your bones
Just like those bamboo babies
Down in the South Sea tropic zone
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around your bones.
Come out Gordon, give us your Vision.
Saturday, 12 April 2008
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