I was sitting next to Lord Mandelson in Simon Mayo’s R5 studio and witnessed a class act. Poor Hazel, he said, she had all that blowback from her dodgy home flipping expenses “found all the world on her doorstep” and was being pursued by the media. Poor love. She wanted to have done with it. She couldn’t carry on, not for a single day more. You musn’t underestimate the effect this has had on the poor fragile wee thing, he says. Full of concern, you see, for her wellbeing. Damian McBride would have been far more brutal, saying “Blears quit because of her OWN GUILT and you know what there was MORE DIRT COMING – enough to BURY THE GREEDY WOMAN thats why she CRACKED UNDER THE PRESSURE and may her God have mercy on her:”. Lord Mandelson makes this message sound so much more smooth, so much more acceptable: almost compassionate.

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