Gordon Brown, not feeling well, having had another one of those Nicolai Ceausescu moments like he did at the Rugby World Cup, and concerned about his mortality goes to consult a psychic about the date of his death.

Closing her eyes and silently reaching into the realm of the future she finds the answer: "You will die on an English holiday."

"Which one?" Brown asks nervously.

"It doesn't matter," replied the psychic. "Whenever you die, it will be an English holiday".