What did Our Man achieve today? This absurd question would be posed daily by the publisher of Our Man's first newspaper -the Log Cabin Democrat. The publisher had one of those mock-aristo names that bizarrely Americans (who fought a war against having to follow the diktats of some effete inbred) are fond of - Frank E. Robbins III. He had a daughter and no son, so the world was spared a fourth reincarnation of the name. Anyway, Our Man has achieved enlightenment today with the realisation that the mantra Same Shit, Different Day can be applied through the ages. Eh? The perpetual circle of bollocks can continue unbroken -
Not only will the next prime minister of Japan (be it Aso or Hatoyama) be the grandson of a former prime minister, but so too will the probable next leader of those anti-imperialist Norks - Kim Jong un. And in the UK, we have Hilary Benn, a fourth generation pol who looks to be rising up the ranks of the soon to be decimated Labour Party. They've got so much in common, we could sit them at the same table at a wedding party. Actually not, Our Mr Benn is the only one of the elective majesties who has never fiddled his expenses, made money from slave labour or had a patriotic song penned for him. Yet.