So, Jacqui Smith's husband.......
So, Jacqui Smith’s husband likes to kick-back on the sofa with few beers, an empty house and a naughty movie or two. Now, if a chap’s going to confess to the Missis that the box of Kleenex on the sideboard isn’t just for blowing his nose, having it end up in the papers probably isn’t the best way to avoid a good few months of sleeping in the spare-room. However, considering the fact that Jacqui’s hubby managed to get the country to pay for his shenanigans as well, then you have to admire his balls if you take my meaning.
When it comes to occurrences like this, I have to say that I’m no longer shocked nowadays. I don’t even get that steamed up about it anymore. As it came hot on the heels of the second homes episode, I think I have now reached that point where nothing surprises me. Certainly nothing seems to raise my eyebrows, when it comes to the behind closed doors antics of MPs and those that they allow access to the cash both you and I have gone to work to earn and done a job that they probably wouldn’t do. Probably because they wouldn’t know how too. At the end of the day, most MPs seem pretty unemployable, knowing little about the job they’ve been given. I don’t see how any of them would last very long in the real world, so is it any wonder that they seem to have absolutely no idea what actually goes on there ?
I think if it was revealed in tomorrow’s newspapers that Gordon Brown has a £200 a day coke habit, claimed on expenses of course, and the whole of the inside of Number 10 stinks of the weed smoked in copious amounts during Cabinet meetings, I would merely shrug my shoulders and turn to the horoscopes. I’ve found in the past that getting wound-up about such things achieves nothing. It’s often all across the media for a day or two, with people like Jacqui
Smith trying various ways of getting the electorate/mugs that put up with everything back on side, before it‘s quietly shelved. Nothing gets resolved and something else, probably even worse, replaces it to get the nation stoked up for another few days of feeling totally ripped off. Nothing will change.
Gravy trains only stop long enough for people to get on them.
When it comes to occurrences like this, I have to say that I’m no longer shocked nowadays. I don’t even get that steamed up about it anymore. As it came hot on the heels of the second homes episode, I think I have now reached that point where nothing surprises me. Certainly nothing seems to raise my eyebrows, when it comes to the behind closed doors antics of MPs and those that they allow access to the cash both you and I have gone to work to earn and done a job that they probably wouldn’t do. Probably because they wouldn’t know how too. At the end of the day, most MPs seem pretty unemployable, knowing little about the job they’ve been given. I don’t see how any of them would last very long in the real world, so is it any wonder that they seem to have absolutely no idea what actually goes on there ?
I think if it was revealed in tomorrow’s newspapers that Gordon Brown has a £200 a day coke habit, claimed on expenses of course, and the whole of the inside of Number 10 stinks of the weed smoked in copious amounts during Cabinet meetings, I would merely shrug my shoulders and turn to the horoscopes. I’ve found in the past that getting wound-up about such things achieves nothing. It’s often all across the media for a day or two, with people like Jacqui
Smith trying various ways of getting the electorate/mugs that put up with everything back on side, before it‘s quietly shelved. Nothing gets resolved and something else, probably even worse, replaces it to get the nation stoked up for another few days of feeling totally ripped off. Nothing will change.
Gravy trains only stop long enough for people to get on them.
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