He came, he saw, he sprinkled us with stardust. Even Gordon smiled

He's not even President, but Obama's visit to London yesterday was little short of messianic, writes Euan Ferguson He has a devilish, wicked, lopsided little half-smile, does Mr Barack Obama, and the instincts in his face want him to use it. Just as well, really, because it pulls him back into the realm of humanity, and without it we might be in danger of trading hallelujahs and tugging his frayed hem. 'He's not the President,' reprimands the copper keeping crowds at bay outside the House of Commons. 'Yes, he is!' wails a fat white sunburnt American. 'He's my President! Let me throooough, man, let me through!' 'He's not the President,' comes the (angrier, screechier, more frustrated and didactic) cop's reply. 'He's a ...' I think he went on to get it right, roughly, didactically, in the sun. He is not the President yet. A... [read full story]