I would say more about today’s Doha talks, but as they’re going to fail and I’ve already touched on them here I can’t see the point. Instead I shall plant in your minds, this chilly morn, wonderful images of an oiled and wriggling Mandelson rubbing his speedos and beckoning, always beckoning, with a sly look on his face and a twinkle in his eye – “Come to Mandy,” he says, “Don’t be afraid…”. It has haunted my dreams for many a night and, much as with The Ring, the only way to break the curse is pass it on. Probably.