Old friends remember Tony Blair:
“Blair’s tendency was to bend the rules, but rarely break them… Instead, he enjoyed the game of infuriating the masters and escaping punishment.”
“He did have this disarming ability to never look crestfallen, so he would never look as if he’d been defeated. And he became … a sort of slightly aged Artful Dodger – getting through, getting by, getting out of pretty well all situations.”
“Blair as we knew him absolutely modelled himself on Mick Jagger”
“He’s a sponge”
“He is more difficult to define and to feel you understand than any other person I’ve ever met. He reminds me frequently of a statement made by EM Forster about Joseph Conrad’s novels: that inside the secret casket of Conrad’s genius there lies not a jewel but a vapour. Tony Blair is like a vapour, you can’t pin him down, put him on a piece of green baize and look at him and say, ‘That is Tony Blair.'”
Sounds charming, eh?