The BBC tried its best to whip up a national sense of public loss with Mandela's death, but lacking a true depth of public grief just made itself look very silly. There was no sea of flowers overflowing Trafalgar Square, no silent crowds of tens of thousands and not a single construction crane in London stopped work, let alone bowed its head. Some silly arses in the papers demonstrated their foolishness; "Few people can be compared to Jesus Christ" wrote one in the Telegraph, "Nelson Mandela was one". May his strapline follow him in derision for the rest of his journalistic career.
Yesterday's debacle could have been a Blair creation. In remembrance for the 'People's President' the dominant images are Blairite; Cameron and a blond woman posing for a selfie, Clinton (for whom the term 'selfie' will always mean something singular) sitting two seats from Hillary, a half-deserted
How different from the resting place of another great African, though of a different skin colour. In the Matopos, in a simple rock tomb, lies a man under a stone inscribed with just the words "Here lie the remains of Cecil John Rhodes".