"By Iain Martin
The scene: It is 9 a.m. Tuesday, April 6, and Gordon Brown is sitting in his open-plan office. He is at his desk on the horseshoe-shaped command and control hub from which he runs the country. He has on his best mauve tie. Around him are standing his loyal retainers — Ed Balls, Charlie Whelan and veteran Brown fixer and gatekeeper Sue Nye. It is eerily quiet and all that can be heard is the distant hum of conversation and some laughter from the adjoining office. Officials have set up a number of shredding machines and have been working all night disposing of documents. Gordon is in a reflective mode:
GB: “I think this is the right time, isn’t it? I mean, this is absolutely the right time, isn’t it? It’s not the wrong time, is it?”
Sue Nye (very quietly, under her breath): “Oh for God’s sake, here we go again.” .....