I hear that the barbican was supposed to be.
Maybe I am a sad freak, but I watch one soap opera ‘Upstairs Downstairs’ I watched a promising mp get his indissgression covered up.
Over the years we have had so many affairs and sleaze thrown at us courtesy of the House of Commons that we have become somewhat immune.
Who cares if you like to be spanked at lunchtime and treated like a caged dog on your weekends? If you don’t claim it then we are nice people who say it is none of our business.
We don’t care if you have an affair, hardly torn if you jack off to porn….just do it on your own budget like the rest of us.
We accept that you may need a base in London, and so how about three bedroom flats provided at our expense that feature a television with broadband and cable service, bed (mattress renewed every four years) and a cleaning service? And all basic furniture that could be used for years? You could view your tv like schools do pencils…show me the one that is worn out and you get a new one. Why do you get money for a house you bought as an investment when others invest in a doorstep?
Tell me why that doesn’t work?
Monday, 22 March 2010
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