The Blairs have climbed to dizzying social heights
HAS any family in history worked as zealously to inject the fizz into champagne socialism as the Blairs?
Euan Blair's lavish nuptials, held at the Blairs' £5million Buckinghamshire stately pile amid ornamental gardens set in acre after rolling acre of Blair-acquired land saw Cherie decked out in a gold lace dress, fanciful hat and corsage, sartorial heiress to the late Queen Mother. Tony invited princes and potentates, there were spa treatments for all and bridal stepmother Sian Lloyd was barred on dubious grounds.
For professed Left-wingers the Blairs certainly get a gigantic kick out of aping silver-spooned toffs. In fact it can't have escaped anyone's notice that they snapped up a town house which is the dead spit of 10 Downing Street and a country estate that looks like Chequers. Could it be that neither can quite bear to relinquish the trappings of power and so they're busy doing all they can to preserve their glory days in property aspic? Surely it can't be long now before Tony and Cherie make a cash offer for the real life Downton Abbey?