ABSTRACT
Let’s leave immediate politics out of this: you do not want me frothing at the mouth all over the tranquil back page. But did you see those television pictures of the Prime Minister in Iraq? He was at a primary school or nursery, and picked up a sweet little boy – aaah! – who can’t have been much more than five years old. The child, oblivious to the unanswered questions that keep the rest of us awake, joined in the televised excitement of the moment by planting a kiss on Mr Blair’s cheek. Then he did it again, with even more emphasis. Well, even I almost melted. Tony Blair, daddy to the world!
