There seems something not entirely healthy in the fascination of the press with the story of the teenage runaways from Stonyhurst. It is the sort of thing that used to provide Sunday morning enjoyment to readers of the News of the World. Since the closure of that grubby organ, its grubbiness has been shared out among the press like the late Jack Woolley’s fortune among the characters of The Archers.I think we can still manage to examine the coverage of the poor lambs while preserving a resolutely high-minded attitude, but before we try, we’d better take a glance at Tony Blair, who, to judge by a piece he wrote for The Observer on Sunday, is becoming to geopolitics a figure reminiscent of Kahlil Gibran (the author of The Prophet, 1923, readings from which still punctuate many a