Tara Hamilton-Miller: PM's dithering is becoming routine

Last week, in an attack of paranoia, our Prime Minister refused to answer when asked what his favourite biscuit was.

Tara Hamilton-Miller
Tara Hamilton-Miller

Worried it was a trick question or that he might pick the wrong snack, the lunacy kicked in. After careful consideration and press hounding, the leader of our nation revealed days later he liked 'something with chocolate'.

This behaviour is now beyond odd. If it happened in another country, we would be pointing and laughing. The sad truth is we are almost getting used to his actions. Like we would with the bonkers elderly uncle at a family gathering, we carry on, ignoring it, because that is the British way. Not a day goes by when there is not talk of another legal loophole that could allow Peter Mandelson to become PM and there is a noticeable increase in articles praising the Miliband brothers. Granted, David and Ed are a good story: smart, with one in each camp (Blair vs Brown). But they are hardly the Kennedys.

As for the rest of the Labour MPs, they appear to be prepared to talk about any other subject bar the floundering leadership. It is as if they have decided to freewheel the next six months and hope the Misery from the Manse skulks away silently should he lose.

Where are Brown's allies? Douglas Alexander, Andy Burnham, our Chancellor? At least Harriet Harman says something, usually drivel, but she has a voice. James Purnell remains tactically silent, but he is allowed to, having checked out of the Gordon Club earlier this year.

How long is this going to go on, and what, if anything, is the Government's strategy? Where is the fire-fighting? Is this limbo going to last 28 weeks? There must be someone on his side. This is not about the Conservatives winning, but Labour losing, and by how much. The Tories always know what to do in such situations: grab the nearest scalp, transfer allegiance, carry on.

If Labour is serious, it has a choice: stand by its man and shout it from the rooftops, or get rid of him fast. Go on, comrades, say you love him, just like Sarah; give him a hug; tell a broadsheet you have faith. Or find someone else fast, even if it is a caretaker.

Perhaps they lack the strength to do either. Cowards.

- Tara Hamilton-Miller is a political adviser and formerly worked for the Conservative Party press team

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