The account in the 'Mail' this morning of Brown's extraordinary outburst on the flight to Washington - one point below a tantrum - and a rant at reporters that went:
You want me to go on television and apologise, but I am not going to do it. No, let’s sort this out now, let’s have it out nowThe problem is, just about everyone in the country knows that Gordon is at fault; knows that he threw petrol on the flames by reckless government spending on the back of encouraging a housing bubble that promised to yield ever increasing tax takes, that he really believed he had abolished boom and bust. Everyone knows his purblind self-delusion dismissed the voices of caution a prudent minister should hear. Everyone knows he turned his blind eye to the City and what they were up to just as long as they propped up GDP growth and stoked his illusion of economic success.
What is it you think I should be apologising for? I have nothing to apologise for. You guys just don’t get it do you? You’re saying I got it wrong? But I didn’t. The same problems have happened all over the world and our regulations have been better than anyone else’s. Get in the real world. People are saying it is my fault and that I caused the recession. They are wrong. It is not my fault.
It did not start in Britain, it started in America. We have had low interest rates and low inflation. Every other recession in Britain has been created by high interest rates and high inflation. That has not happened under me. House prices were high because of a lack of supply. No, it was supply. If inflation is low, people are going to borrow money to buy houses. You can’t stop that. You don’t understand it.
The captain of the guard who cheerfully waved a massive wooden horse through the city gates without first checking whether it was full of Trojans may also have cried 'It wasn't my fault' just before his head fell from his shoulders. Captain Smith may have burbled 'It wasn't my fault' as Titanic dipped beneath the waves. Lord Chelmsford may have muttered 'It wasn't my fault' as the assegais ripped apart his command at Isandlwana. And Brown shouts petulantly 'It wasn't my fault' as the nation's economy crumbles to dust.
As Helen has just pointed out in the comments, I've made a schoolboy howler in the above. Perhaps I can claim my keyboard has been infected with a Greek virus?