Oh come on lads - and lasses -, do you really think the Blairs and Browns of this world would give a flying f**k if the names were tattooed on their arses ?
At least we remember them, faces, families, mannerisms, sense of humour par excellence, dour buggers, winners, not such great winners, misers (oh yes, many of those gits !), ill fitting civvies, daft haircuts, poorly spelt tattoos, the weirdest tastes in music, rough diamonds, smooth bastards you wouldn't introduce to your gran - salt of the earth, the bloody lot of them.
