A musical interlude

A busy week at the Tavern so I apologise for recycling an old post - this blast from the past, however, sprang immediately to mind on hearing that Alastair Darling's memoirs are about to hit the fan...

In a fine example of serendipity, the italicised wording is that of Darling himself.

Alistair's Hell

Whelan was screaming and McBride was howling
And in Downing street the knives were all out;
There was Brown in the shadows with a glint in his eye -
It was a weekend I could do without.
I don’t know why the briefers did what they did,
One day maybe they will explain,
What I do know, and it’s not a great source of pleasure,
What I said, unfortunately, turned out to be true;
We were bound for a recession again.;

Well, maybe there’s no better thing in this whole world
Than knowing you've been right,
And wherever you are and wherever you go
There's always gonna be a fight.
And I know there have been some robust exchanges
Between me and Gordon Brown,
But there’s more that unites us than will ever divide us;
Without me, you know,
He’d really be alone.

And the forces of Hell
Were unleashed from Number Ten,
When Brown’s two enforcers
Were let loose and set on me again, again, again.
Yes, the forces of Hell
Were unleashed from Number Ten;
But now the day is done
Then Messrs Whelan
And McBride you’ll see it’s true
That I’m still Chancellor of the Exchequer
And there’s only one left of you.