
ONE SOMETIMES WONDERS what would become of our world if we were left to the devices of the chancers who tell us they represent us, and it is only due to the work of people in the press and on the TV who do not kowtow to the big-wigs that we have any chance of being able to munch on our grape nuts and yoghourt in the mornings in some peace.
KITTEN- AND ARSENAL-LOVING KAY has been doing an excellent job of late, but seems somehow divided in having to show off her frocks at Ascot and then having to be stern when faced with stone-faced, bone-headed politicians, suggesting that someone else able to show some teeth needs to stand up and be counted.
STEP FORWARD DERMOT “The” MURNAGHAN, who in his grilling this morning of Margaret Beckett, “the 29th most powerful woman in the world” and possibly the most notorious potted plant collector, showed that he will not suffer fools lightly. “You claim for food,” presents The Murnaghan, “Do you eat as an MP or as a human being?”. One wonders. One imagines that next time Beckett speaks to Dermot she will only be one of these.
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