The flame of hope, it doth splutter in England’s rain

There is carnage on Britain’s roads, Europe leaps from crisis to crisis, the Italian mob is baying for the blood of that nice Mr Berlusconi, and, tragedy of tragedies, a contrite New Labour spin doctor has kicked the bucket. And how do we fill our breakfast TV schedules? With a profound discussion of what would happen should the Olympic flame go out while relayed around these blessed isles.

We are presented with two options:

  1. “Have faith, and try and change the world.”
  2. Fill your boots.

My choice would be to take Philip Gould’s advice, and piss on the Olympic flame.