Call me old fashioned, but is the good office of the The Speaker of the House of Commons, John Bercow being a tad sullied and tarnished by the recent antics of his wife Sally? Can someone explain why she posed in a flannelette sheet in the ‘ES’ magazine of the London freebie the Evening Standard? And why she got into a quite detailed discussion about her sex life – fortunately with her husband, the Speaker John?
She has I gather given up the demon drink – formerly a reported habit of two bottles a day weekdays – even more at the weekend. But perhaps, once an addict, always an addict – she seems now to be addicted to self-publicity.
John, you need to put her on a tight leash from now on - and don't let her leave the house without adult supervision.
John, you need to put her on a tight leash from now on - and don't let her leave the house without adult supervision.
I remember the days when The Speaker of the House of Commons was a well respected position. However, I would accept that the position is not perhaps what it once was. I think the rot started with the corpulent, ubber-greedy, and thieving Michael Martin, he of the MP’s expenses scandal. Some people get the jail fiddling their expenses, while the ring-leader gets ennobled becoming The Lord Martin of Springburn - wheres the justice? And this a man that once used to post his underwear back to Glasgow for his wife to wash them using the parliamentary privilege of free post. I do hope the postie wore gloves!
Bring back Betty Boothroyd!
