It's dismally disappointing, the reaction to the Gordon Brown / Andrew Marr bit about 'painkillers'. Whether it was a rehearsed question which had been agreed with Brown in advance, we'll never know. But the Prime Minister answered in the negative. He said he didn't take pills, and besides, his eyesight was fine.
What I would have preferred from Brown would have been something along the lines of: "Look, you spoddy egg-faced public school arsewipe, what the fuck business is it of yours or anyone's whether I have one of the most common problems in the world, one which millions upon millions of people - including voters - deal with on a daily basis, without fuss, without having their judgements called into question, quite rightly without thinking of themselves as lesser human beings? Why the fuck should it matter? The kind of juvenile playground whispering is an extraordinary disgrace, one which was started by Alastair "I'm really sensitive to the needs of people with mental health issues, honest guv" Campbell, who claimed I was 'psychologically flawed' and has now been taken on by the kind of giggling cunts who leave their murky turds in Guido's comment boxes. What the fuck does it matter? So what if I've got depression? What of it? The name Churchill ring a bell to you? Does it, Marr? Or should we only have shit Prime Ministers so long as they're not prone to conditions which afflict millions of others, superhuman politicians who must be eugenically screened to ensure they don't fall below the impeccable standards of the kind of master race we apparently must have as politicians; I mean heaven forbid they might actually be real people who have real illnesses, complaints and conditions the same as everyone else in the world. Fuck Churchill, JFK and FDR; they'd be dumped on the scrapheap according to the arbitrary rules which we should apparently now be applying to our elected leaders, who supposedly mustn't be in any way representative of the populations they serve but should, somehow, be superior beings who are in no way troubled by the stain of being living, breathing creatures with all the potential problems that might bring about. What is it that you and the infantile wankers calling me mental behind my back want? Someone who lives, and breathes, and feels, like the rest of you? Or a steely automaton who has no capability to feel anything? One minute I'm too fucking cold; the next I'm too sensitive and fragile. Well make your fucking minds up you odious bunch of shitwads. Which is it to be? Politicians who are human, and who are perfectly capable of dealing with something like depression by using medication? Or politicians who exhibit the kind of psychopathic coldness and inability to be prone to real life that could lead to genuinely catastrophic errors taking place? By all means, call me a useless bastard - God knows I am. But calling me mental? Fuck you."
But no. He just said 'no' instead.