Sorry, is, in many respects, a throwaway word, uttered countless times during the course of a day. You accidentally bump into someone, you sympathise with the bereaved, you hurt feelings unintentionally or you merely want to ask a question and utter the word in advance. Today, the word is so necessary. Tony Blair is giving the profits of his much talked of memoirs to injured veterans of Iraq. The reason for his generosity, it has been suggested, is to restore his tarnished reputation. While I do not wish to deny the vets this facility, I am disturbed that Tony Blair remains resolute about his cavalier decision to take the country to war. Restoring his reputation, in my eyes, would best be done by coming out now, or indeed at any time, putting his hands up and telling us he got it wrong about Iraq and that he’s sorry. As long as Tony fails to utter this word, then all the sports centres for wounded soldiers in the world, will do nothing to restore his reputation in my eyes. Sorry, Tony, but that’s the way it is.
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