Well, nobody could have predicted that TCB would ever admit to being wrong about anything. But wait, look again and you'll see how he's going to spin this one to try and make himself look good. He's arrogantly boasting that he was wrong to say he'd step down, because he's so good at his job. Oh, he might pretend it's for other reasons, but this is classic behaviour of someone addicted to attention, who, in a show of faux self-deprecation, tries to fish for compliments and worm their way back into our affections.
What's he going to do next: stick out his bottom lip and make cow eyes at us? Perhaps he'll buy us all a box of Ferrero-Rocher and some flowers from the all-night garage, or a little teddy bear with "I wub you vewwy much" on it's belly.
It'll probably work though, since who the hell wants Gordon Brown to be Prime Minister? Well, let's see there's Gordon Brown, .... erm. That's about it. As Peter Griffin pointed out though, that's one more than people who want to be Peter Criss from Kiss. Not even Peter Criss wants to be Peter Criss. With Brown it's almost that bad now, and if Blair has his way, not even Gordon Brown is going to want to be Gordon Brown.
The parallels with Lady Thatcher's last term are striking: A boring, uncharismatic chancellor patiently waiting to step into the vacuum, a raucous, chinless eldest son, whose cunty behaviour marks him out as a national twat, an increasing spiral into madness, with the appearance becoming disturbingly more insane-looking by the month and a conviction that they're invincible. Julius Caesar - he was another one, went doo-lally in the end. Only way to stop them is to gang up and take them out. Of course in Caesar's day you just got a bearded man (who later went on to carve a successful career as Popeye's arch-enemy) to stab the wayward leader. Nowadays the stab is more metaphorical, but I would like to think that Gordon Brown's latter day Brutus could also go on to achieve similar cartoon villain success.