When in a former life, you have
coughed, in print and no doubt for a fee, to a rather cheap and alcohol
inspired promiscuous past, being married to the Speaker should require, not
unreasonably, that one might keep one’s head down, if you will excuse the expression.
Not so the repugnant Mrs Bercow who
it appears is on a mission to demean, cheapen, degrade, discredit, disgrace and
dishonour the position of the chief officer and highest authority of the House
of Commons - the man who represents our elected members to the Monarch, no
less.
Mind you her husband, the vertically
challenged and equally inept John Bercow, MP for Buckingham, current Speaker of
the House, is doing his level best to bring the privileged position into
disrepute himself on a fairly regular basis these days. The wife’s latest publicity seeking venture
is an interview and photo shoot for the London Evening Standard. Posing in
nothing more than a bed sheet in front of a phoney backdrop of Parliament and
wearing a pathetically suggestive look on her face, she goes on to describe
how, since hubby’s ‘election’ as
Speaker in 2009, both he and her have been hit on more regularly by the
opposite sex. We’ll have to take her word for that but if true then my guess is
that with her chequered past, the Speaker is keeping a close eye on her indoors.
The most excruciating line in the
interview “I never realised how sexy I would find it living under Big Ben with
the bells chiming”
Oh matron ! . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . Baaaaaaaaarrrrf !
Foghorn Sally, having taken the
Standards loot, now claims on Twitter (where else?) that she “has been done up
like a kipper”.
I prefer trout.
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