A year ago everybody did think Brown had “saved the world”. Initially, the French president did have reservations about Our Dear Leader, but he was bowled over:
You know, Gordon, I should not like you. You are Scottish, we have nothing in common and you are an economist. But somehow, Gordon, I love you…but not in a sexual way.
In the cold light of day, after all the emotion of the banking crisis had faded, a British official summed up Brown’s role:
It wasn't a question of leadership or particular imagination - he just had to act.
Twelve months after walking on water, Cabinet ministers worry that Brown is not interested in the “nitty-gritty of winning a general election in less than seven months' time”. One says:
It was perhaps Gordon's finest moment. I'm not sure how many votes there are in it, though.