I can remember a time when bunce were doughy things, crowned with royal icing, and with a load of currants inside. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose, if you look at the Palace of Westminster, and pray scuse my French.
But good to see that some morality prevails - after all the Speaker (noble fellow) has called in the police. Not to catch the crooks, mind, but to find whoever it was that leaked the dog food receipts to the Daily Telegraph.
A good friend of mine, a pensioner, now proposes to send all receipts for food and treatment for her dawg to the parliamentary fees office, c.c. her MP. What a splendid idea. I am so far from the polling station that I was thinking of buying a small flat to make the journey easier, and I shall certainly send the receipt in, for I, like members of our two chambers (and what an apposite word, chamber!), am a participant in the democratic process, and what is sauce for the goose...
The morality of the Palace of Westminster is the morality of the eleventh commandment - Don't Get Caught. And it is what happens when little people occupy big seats.
No comments:
Post a Comment