Having it Come to Them

Well, you know… or, if you don’t, please consult the appropriate website and/or bloke down the pub for a full explanation and – quite possibly – numbered diagrams. This will go some way towards explaining just how the undercover reporters caught the politician with the – alleged – lady of employable fondness, the water pistol and the scuba gear in a hotel bedroom in Ludlow.

This is now a country somewhat immune to scandals of a sexual nature amongst those in the public eye. Even so, this has been one that still has aroused (if that is the right word) more than the average number of giggles in the British public since the affair has become public knowledge. However, the amount of laughter and general sniggering at the foibles of the great and good has been taken by some as a sign that the British people have at long last recovered from previous political sexual shenanigans. Including the trauma of both the John Major and Edwina Curie incident(s) and the shear horror of the thought that senior members of the former Labour government were actively engaged in sexual intercourse. Sometimes not even with each other.

Consequently, there have been calls in some quarters that a selection of civil servants, party workers and political appointees to that government should receive some sort of public honour or recognition. Mainly for their great courage in going beyond what would normally be expected of people in their positions, or even the favoured positions of those they worked under – as it were.

Still, there is nothing like a nice scandal involving a politician to warm the heart. It helps us realise there may after all, and despite much evidence to the contrary, be some sort of cosmic justice after all when we find them doing it to one another instead of doing it to us.