Summary
TEN o'clock at night, and the Prime Minister and I are eating lukewarm lamb chops in the flat above Downing Street.
'Sorry, dinner wasn't that great the first time I heated it up,' apologises Sarah Brown with a tired smile. Her husband is home from work at long last. But now, more than ever, there is no difference between work and home.See the full content of this document
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Yes, He's Human After All ; As Britain Went Into Financial Meltdown, Allison Pearson Gained Exclusive Access to the Pm.The Result: A Compelling Portrait of Private Grief and Personal Courage. Just Don't Get Him Started On Economics
The PM has been meeting people all day. But when we walk into the living room of the flat 'above the shop', there is someone else waiting patiently for his help -- a small boy wearing a pair of cartoon pyjamas.
'The wheel's come off,' says John Brown, five next week, handing over a Transformers car. 'Fix it, Dad.' Brown puts his jacket on the coffee table, where a stack of official papers are ready for tomorrow. Then, obligingly, he gets down on all fours on the carpet, his tie flapping, and searches for the missing wheel.The wheels have come off the international financial system in the past fortnight. One way or another, quite a lot of people are hoping that John Brown's dad can fix it. All our fortunes depend on it. So, in a big way, do Gordon Brown's.Hard to believe it now, but 12 months ago he was riding high in the opinion polls. The public was sick of Blair's round-the-clock emoting. We ra...See the full content of this document
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