I almost choked om my muesli this mornning when I read the Paul Routledge column in the Mirror. As one of Gordon Brown’s most steadfast supporters, I never thought I’d see him come out for anyone else. But here it is, in black and white.
“A near brush with death over the on-off election last autumn sharpened Brown’s appetite for life, even if David Cameron has his foot on the oxygen pipe.
To be serious for a moment (but not much longer, promise), Health Secretary Alan Johnson is dead right to demand that the NHS finds out how we wish to die, respects our decisions and plans for our terminal care.
More and more, I come round to the view that Dr Johnson would be the right physician to heal Labour’s wounds and stave off its demise.”
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