Wednesday, 31 March 2010

troughing in the Commons

After years and years of sneering at anyone who had dinner in the House of Commons, or invited anyone else to have dinner there, Mr Salter has finally admitted to eating dinner in the Commons.  Good for him for coming clean at last.  He did not, of course, pay for his own dinner.  That would be going too far.  Not a particularly diverse group of guests, is it?  And why is Mr S the only one not wearing a jacket?

Mr S informs us on his website (so it must be true) that he is going to Australia and New Zealand for some months once he receives his 65K payout.  Another source tells me he is going to spend some time in Sydney as the guest of former Reading councillor and chair of Reading Labour Party Mike Price, who left Reading in 2000 and fled to Australia ahead of a scandal that threatened to engulf him and those close to him.  Picture the scene - a cosy chat over the Price dinner table, spliffs smouldering in the ashtray, reminiscing about the dear dead days beyond  recall.  The headlines in the Reading Evening Post, and, er, the headlines in the Reading Evening Post.  These we have loved.


Anonymous said...

Malcolm Powers used always be banging on about Oz.Will he be joining them,after the election.?I'm assuming that he will do the decent thing and fall on his sword on,the 6th/7th may-or on a date thereabouts.

Anonymous said...

Anything is better than House of Commons food - subsidised or not.
Let's hear it for caterpillar-infested greens, gristle with all the trimmings and hair soup with a creme fraiche coulis.

Yukkety Yukk.

I would rather have Macdonalds

dreamingspire said...

A very civil civil servant took me into the Palace of Westminster a couple of years ago and gave me lunch - I was more than disappointed at the poor food. Parliament was sitting at the time, so no excuse. But of course MPs could use their allowances to eat well somewhere else, leaving the servants to use the other ranks mess.

Anonymous said...

That is precisely what most MPs do.

They arrange to get wined and dined courtesy of Her Majesty's journalists - in return for a few anonymous Diary pieces. A small price to pay for exquisite nosh.

Only those with no friends are left slumming it in the Members' Dining Room or the Churchill - such as Salter.