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SO pale he was practically luminous, Gordon Brown stepped into a small hall in East London yesterday afternoon and heard a forgotten sound: Prolonged applause. There was even a little cheer from somewhere. A collector's item.
Cheers for Gordon are as rare as cuckoos these days. The audience slapped their palms together like wet trout.See the full content of this document
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Mandy, the snake coiled round his windpipe ; Quentin Letts witnesses a stage-managed performance by the PM
The Prime Minister looked up, blinking, his features forming themselves into something they vaguely remembered as a smile.
Applause? For me? Shades of Eeyore on his birthday, when Piglet makes him a present of a (popped) bal...See the full content of this document
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