Life After Prescott
I’m still trying to get my thoughts around the shock news that John Prescott intends to quit when Tony Blair leaves office next year. Why oh why?! Can’t somebody pursuade him to stay? Because this matter goes beyond politics. It’s more important that climate change or the situation in the Middle East. Since, if we assume that very little that happens in the world is in our control and that it hardly matters who is in power because everything is still heading towards hell in a handcart, then the imminent retirement of John Prescott is a disaster befalling us all.
Few men have brought so much life to the country as our Deputy Prime Minister. I have risen on some miserable winter morning but have been sparked into life by the story of his latest antics. He has fulfilled a vital role in society by being the object of all our ridicule. If Prescott hadn’t existed, that ridicule might have found more innocent victims like cyclists, Nuns or nursery school teachers. And speaking as a cycling Nun who works in a nursery school, I’m worried about my future.