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Tony Blair lost 4million Labour voters and sowed the seeds of the party's present crisis.

So let's knock on the head the rewriting of history to portray as saviour the wayward Prime Minister who blew a golden inheritance.

Rampant Tories march over bridges Blair built by privatising parts of the NHS and constantly sneering at public services and trade unions.

Iraq was an explosive breach of trust, his Weapons of Mass Disinformation spin and lies far deadlier than Saddam's non-existent WMD armaments.

To hobnob with super-rich tycoons, anybodies for a freebie holiday, was a bad look when he simultaneously lectured nurses, teachers and firefighters to tighten their belts.

How nauseating it was to watch Blair dance to Rupert Murdoch's tune until the aggressive billionaire media mogul gave him the elbow after discovering his then wife was obsessed with the “good body” of the younger man.

And his insatiable greed since exiting No 10, amassing a fortune from dodgy clients and creating a property empire when homelessness is rising, is truly grotesque.

I happily acknowledge successes in Downing Street from the minimum wage to trebled health spending with peace in Northern Ireland after 3,600 deaths in a bloody 30-year civil war remaining a sparkling jewel in his crown.

But Labour's vote plummeting to 9.5million from 13.5million between the 1997 and 2005 elections was the nation's damning verdict.

Blair foolishly took for granted working class people now rebelling against the party, the private schoolboy preferring to woo fickle Middle Englanders.

He was no Clement Attlee or Harold Wilson, true Labour greats.

John Smith would've proved a superior Premier and Timid Tony ultimately squandered the glorious opportunity bequeathed by his unfortunate predecessor.

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Blair's disciples rewriting history to burnish the glory of their Chosen One remind me of medieval monks traipsing around Northumbria with the revered bones of dead saints.

I understand why the ex-Premier's desperate to be remembered for his European battles instead of personal greed and Iraq.

But in The Life of Tony he was never the messiah though Blair was occasionally a very naughty Premier.