Well, OK. Although I am wracked by waves of nausea whenever I hear the words "Tony Blair," Ivan (and your own intelligent self) have convinced me to give the ferret-two-faced bastard and Clinton Butt-Boy his begrudged due.
So I'll grant you guys this: At least Tough Tony and his party are no longer actively inhibiting those few left within the British Defense and Intelligence establishments, which they had almost succeeded in emasculating, in getting about their tasks. They also serve who are smart enough to get out of the way.
We must consider the untintended consequence of this noble effort the fact that we will have to look at Tony Blair as PM until the Second Coming. By which time, thanks to the efforts of Tough Tony and his Party, The Sceptered Isle will look, smell, and function something like the island of Trinidad, without the benefit of a tropical beach.