Blair was never the sharpest knife in the drawer. His wife Cherry has always been the one with the brains. Yet I suppose there's there's always the lingering hope that if he spends enough time in the proximity of clever and wise people that some of it might rub-off. The reports of his most recent interview for the Times (£) suggest it hasn't worked, and that the man hasn't grown in wisdom at all. The more he tries to wear the toga of a Statesman, the more he appears a naive, silly and crass little man with unformed and jejune opinions so asinine that no respectable journal should give them much heed, the more he draws attention to his own failure.
Margaret Thatcher of course was a consummate Statesman of a competence recognised across the political spectrum and Blair squats in her shadow like a pygmy. The Telegraph piece quotes her final book Statecraft, “that such an unnecessary and irrational project as building a European superstate was ever embarked upon will seem in future years to be perhaps the greatest folly of the modern era.”. Folly. Foolish. Failure. Blair.