Meglomaniacal, Delusional and SCARY.

Apparently 20 or more people accompanied Gordon Brown on his trip to save the world from itself in Copenhagen. They were referred to very loosely as advisors or simply as his entourage.
I have my doubts.
My personal belief is that they are either:
a. Men in white coats who, for the sake of appearances, are sticking to civvies for the duration of the conference or
b. members of the Serious Fraud office waiting for an appropriate moment to feel the collars of Flash Gordon, the Millibands and Ed Balls.
They can't, seriously, be genuine advisors, can they? No serious - i.e. reasonably compos mentis - civil servant would allow Brown to run around the conference halls pledging 6 Billions of our hard-earned pounds to various Asian, African and other chancers if they only pledge to cut their C02 emissions: would they? Equally, no one capable of performing straightforward multiplication and long division would, seriously, allow him to promise to slash our own emissions by 40% in nine years. It's just not do-able.
So, either our meglomaniac Prime Minister is seriously delusional and really has convinced himself that he has been sent from the planet Krypton to save the earth. In which case, the men in white coats will move in once the Copenhagen beano has finished and measure him for a nice, new, tight-fitting jacket. Or, he has salted away large chunks of our national treasure without our knowledge; in which case it might be the Serious Fraud Office that feels his collar.
What other explanation can there be for his actions in Denmark?
Our country is, apparently, so broke that it has to choose between providing our soldiers in Afghanistan with basic equipment now, or protecting the country against sea and air strikes in the future. Our country is so broke that we are having to print money we don't have to buy back the debts that we do have because their attraction to international investors dwindles by the day.
Yet, magically, Flash Gordon can pat his pockets and come up with the odd billion here and there to hand out to the other delegates like a Billy No Mates child handing round his sweets to buy friendship in the school playground.
There was a time when Brown's self-regard was something of a joke. But now it's more serious than that. He is so utterly wedded to the idea of his own importance that he is using money we don't have to purchase himself some sort of future legacy. It's like fame on the never-never.
The last person to believe in Never-Never land was Michael Jackson. Post-Copenhagen, he will probably look distinctly grounded and well-balanced compared to Gordon Brown.