Blair's first steps on the road to Baghdad and infamy

Sedgefield- Before the emergence of the CIA/MI5 project known to the world by the soap powder epithet of "New Labour" the tiny ex mining community of Sedgefield was just another small town in the north of England struggling to come to terms with the devastating effects of the free market lunacy we now call Thatcherism.
But Sedgefield's quiet northern dignity was soon to be shattered with the sudden appearance, in 1983, of a young rock and roll rebel named Anthony Charles Linton Blair.

The young socialist guitar playing stranger was said to have walked into the local Trimbdon Labour club, took out his battered old Stratocaster and then played an Hendrix style version of "The Internationale" before declaring to stunned pensioners "Yeah, It would be kinda groovy, if I could like represent you cats in that Westminster head space."

This is just one of the many early Blair stories, so News direct decided to go back to Sedgefield and talk to some of the people who knew the tearaway rebel MP in his earliest days and to find out how a wannabe pop star became the infamous "Bambi of Baghdad"

In the quiet settings of the Trimbdon Labour club's Kon tiki room over pints of warm ale and pork scratchings Eric Shipthorpe 61, told me of the first time he set eyes on the future lap dog of American imperialism "I was at the bar one day reading the socialist worker and having a pint like, and in walks this barefoot flare wearing freak and says to me he is our new MP. I was about to hoy him though the door, but then he said 'I know your pain brother' and I looked slowly up into his mad right eye and have followed him blindly ever since."

Stories of this kind are common in Sedgefield and will be familiar to thousands of bemused voters throughout the country who have looked into that famous mad right eye and suddenly had the urge to speak in an American accent, sell off all their national assets and murder their brown neighbours.
Mrs Hilda Grim, a cleaner at the local shoelace factory, told me "Before he came here I got on quite well with my neighbours, the Khans, but he told me they were trying to change my way of life and make me give up bacon. He said I should paint "Pakis out!" on their windows, So I did!
They then put me in jail for six months for what the judge called "A sustained campaign of hatred and violence utilising dog shit and threats"

Listening to the bewildered folk of Sedgefield trying to rationalise their manic behaviour and blind obedience to a man well known for his Pol Pot smiles and psychopathic rages reminds one of the shell shocked post war German who said "We just looked at his moustache and hoped for the best"