An audience for Mr Blair

For many years I found myself barely able to restrain myself from emitting a high-pitched noise every time I heard the former PM speaking. Sometimes it was barely audible, a reflex squeak of distress, suppressed in polite company. Sometimes it was a proper howl of rage, directed at the TV screen.

Now the man who just can't say no and has already forgotten his ex-adviser's suggestion that he
'should leave the stage with the crowd wanting more, must be the star who won't do the last encore' is back in London for a special one off gig.

And he can be sure of a lively audience.

People pay good money for primal screaming therapy. This is free.