IT WAS no surprise to see Sir Terence Burns getting out. Smart in his chauffeur's cap and leggings, he has had to perch in the rumble seat while Gordon Brown mashes the gears and a chorus of back-seat drivers — little Ed, big Ed, Sue and Charlie screech advice down his neck. Up in front sits Geoffrey Robinson, who is the Chan- cellor's crony capitalist and the Prime Min- ister's holiday host, and brings to his work an unusual knowledge of tax and how not to have to pay it. The machine might work better if the Chancellor were there more often. He is not a man who can see an international meeting without wanting to be part of it, but did he really need to pay a visit of sympathy to the Jakarta stock exchange? Mr Maude might care to tot up his air miles.