Just when I thought all the residual anger I could muster had been squeezed from the MPs expenses scandal, along came some of our ever-so-unHonourable Members to remind me that I am still angry enough to head down to Westminster with some self-assembly stocks and a few tonnes of mouldy tomatoes.
First, we have the Member for Romsey, Sandra Gidley, quoted in a delicious little story about the joys of first class rail travel:
As a woman travelling alone late at night I feel safer in first, particularly on the later trains when there are often a number of people who have been drinking
This is too laughable. I have only been lucky enough to grace a first class seat once, yet I am completely comfortable extrapolating this to all long-distance first-class carriages since they do carry a FREE BAR: the levels of drunkenness on display were Hurculean. Maybe they do things differently in Romsey. In any event, no-one is surely begrudging Ms Gidley the opportunity to breathe the rarified air of first class, we are just slightly approaching the end of our tethers in having to pay for it. Especially when, as she may remember, our economy’s… [is ‘on its arse’ a polite enough term? Must check.]
What headline writers must surely be tempted to call ‘The Westminster Four’ was on show at Horseferry Road magistrates yesterday, winning no favours with the beak by refusing to stand in the dock until ordered to. You have to love the court drawing here, as it has really captured their criminal sides well. It will be interesting to see where this argument that parliamentary privilege overrides the court’s jurisdiction goes in future hearings – on that reasoning I wonder if it is possible to kill another Member on the floor of the House and get away with it? I can’t wait to see the fun the judiciary has with that one…