Nothing ever lasts forever
My cat was born in April 1997. At 13 years old he is only a few weeks older than New Labour. And like New Labour, lately he hasn't been well. His kidneys are slowly failing - he is sometimes incontinent, and for the past year he's been on tablets to keep him alive. When he gets close to you and opens his mouth, a smell of death and evil emmanates for deep inside. He doesn't like to go out much, and the birds he used to chase now come up and mock him. He spends a lot of his time upstairs, sleeping on a duvet. I suspect he isn't long for this world. Weirdly, my cat is New Labour.
Happy Democracy Day.