So Tony Blair is finally off. I'll leave the in-depth and detailed opinions on his legacy to others. But I did find it very interesting that his final sign off was good luck. On first glance it's just something you say, a standard send off to a friend. But for a prime minister to tell the public after 10 years of government good luck strikes me as both sinister but also somehow fantastically straightforward.
Luck is a mysterious thing, loaded with different meaning to everyone: everyone has a lucky mate who always seems to find a tenner in the pub, or fluke the black ball at a pool game, but of course luck is something beyond control, no-one is ever more lucky than anyone else although this guy could claim to be.