Note was no joking matter
Mr Quinn fails to do justice to his own sense of humour when he claims that Labour, the party of Blair and Alistair Campbell and the inventors of spin, were actually “out spun” by the Tories.
There was much, much more than spin involved in their miserable performance at the last election.
Labour failed to appeal to the electorate, Miliband was out of his depth and, sadly, the party was dealt a blow from which they may well never recover.
Mr Quinn seems besotted by the notion that the UK economy registered growth of 1.8 per cent under Labour in December 2009 but fails to mention that this growth followed £200billion of quantitive easing and five per cent shrinkage, during the previous months.
So we all paid for that little bit of spin.
But the defining factor in the demise of Labour is the matter of the infamous note, the one Alistair Darling’s Treasury Minister, Alistair Byrne wrote to the the incoming government – “There is no money left” it read.
In the midst of a recession with people losing their jobs and companies going to the wall, that one of those with which we entrust our economy, a Labour minister has the stupidity and crass inhumanity to write such a note is no joke, Mr Quinn.
Charles is a sad loss
How sad to have lost Charles Kennedy, the golden haired man of iron, who was his own man.
Standing strong to voice his opinions from all ordinary people. Charles spoke out boldly of his interpretation of the futility of war.
Deserving a medal for not being shy in coming forward against Tony Blair, making him tremble with guilt.
Having been a successful politician for 32 years to then find himself losing his seat, with all his ambitions and policies dissolving into history, I suspect this great Ambassador of goodwill could well have died with a broken heart.
Just causing trouble
I AGREE with Alan Patchet that Mick, The Pen, should be banned from the Echo.
While I understand that he has a rather large fan club, the controversy he creates is always about such trivial issues and ones which are not relevant.
In many ways I feel sorry for him.
I imagine a very old man smoking a pipe, sitting in an armchair writing his endless lists of complaints to the Echo.
That is if there is such a person as The Pen.
Over the years many folk have speculated that he is an urban legend created by the Echo to create a talking point on the Letters Page.
Mrs J Wilkinson,