Well. after I got up off the floor and managed to stop choking and spluttering, here's a list of "the Good Times".

Bernie Ecclestone's ciggy adverts on Formula One racetracks
Tragic death Of Dr David Kelly (I really would like to say suicide but the jury's still out.)
Taking Britain into an illegal war.
Regular free hols abroad with Cliff and Co. and assorted Italian and Egyptian gentlemen.
Free massages in the shower with the cooky Carole
Dodgy flat purchases in Bristol via known conman. (of course, it was Cherie wot done it!)


Moving heaven and earth to stop old labour "red Ken" getting to be mayor of London, and then standing back silently whilst all around him were hypocritically wringing hands and saying what a marvellous job he had done after he was ousted by Boris.
Making twice resigned Mandelson a European Commisioner
Personally backing the Metropolitan police chief in the murder whitewash at Stockwell Station
Personally stopping the Serious Fraud Office's investigation into the Saudi Arabian arms deal.
Getting off scot free from the "Cash For Peerages" scandal.

Oh, with good times like these I'd hate to see the bad ones.
Still, snakeoil shares must be rising even in this time of unprecedented economic gloom, because Elmer has just bought a four million pound stately pile in Buckinghamshire to add to his three million pound town house in Connaught Square and its two hundred grand mews extension. How very New Labour indeed!
Psst! No Saudi money involved surely? Nah! Political memoir sales is where it's at. Hush my dirty little mouth.

Sing it to me again Carole. Just once before Cherie gets home.

Lay your head upon my pillow.
Hold your warm and tender body close to mine.
Hear the whisper of the raindrops,
Blowin' soft against the window,
And make believe you love me one more time,
For the good times.