Country squire Lord John Prescott seems to have added to his problems by allowing himself to be photographed playing croquet. Interviewed, he said the game involved careful placement of one's balls. Well - for him, nothing new there then! These big stags do tend to lash out when rutting.
It's a load of old hoop-la. Whilst the media have the agenda to get him out, I suspect the rest of us are singularly uncaring. Whatever it is he does in return (or should that be alleged return?) for his ducal salary is not known to many 'men in the street'. Alongside the wide spread of incompetance, suspected corruption and general not-fit-for-purpose of his cabinet colleagues, his little transgressions in public are as insignificant as his illegal tart described his private parts.
The other protection he has will come from others whose future waits for that bloke Damocles and his sword. They have their own concerns. True to form, their own personal interests come first and foremost. If the great unwashed should see someone deposed by the pressure of the mob,it would not be long before the masses gathered at Downing Street. The only question would be whether they went first to number 10 or number 11. B Liar and Brown as much wish to see Prezza go as a swimmer off Bondi beach welcomes blood in the water.
Sadly, I think we will be denied the sight of a feeding frenzy.
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