Showing posts with label bonkfest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bonkfest. Show all posts
Friday, 26 April 2013
woman on top
there's a new production of Othello in London which is getting rave reviews, see here. This is the Shakespeare tragedy I do not know, but I understand it involves tales of illicit rumpy-pumpy. Perhaps better informed readers could advise? Anyway, this production is set on a military base. Illicit rumpy-pumpy on a military base? Now what does that call to mind? A military base in Kosovo some years ago, perhaps. The heroine of that particular hour, Ms Claire "bury me in a Y-shaped coffin" Ward, perchance? Then Labour MP for Watford, booted out later by the electorate, Ms "flick me with a towel" Ward is now being favoured by sundry union barons and other grandees as candidate for the constituency of Sherwood, my spies tell me. Will they never learn? Sherwood, hm. Robin Hood had a lot of merry men. Will Ms Ward follow suit?
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
the best blessings of Alison Seabeck
I have said before, I do not know Alison Seabeck MP and have nothing to say about her personally. But, a little glimpse at the cosy world of British Labour politics.
Alison Seabeck is the daughter of Michael Ward, the last Labour MP for Peterborough. He was defeated by Brian Mawhinney in 1979. Michael Ward subsequently died of cancer in 2002/3 - having left the Labour Party (he later rejoined) after being bullied by the Peterborough Labour Party (not that that ever happens) and a flirtation with the SDP.
Alison Ward, as she then was, was taught at the polytechnic she attended by Dr Rudi Vis, who originates from the Netherlands (he played for the Dutch national football team, the under-12s) and who became a Labour MP in 1997.
Alison Ward later became secretary to one Roy Hattersley, conniving at the latter's trysts with one Ann "Loaf-Head" Taylor, who later became possibly the most ignorant and unimpressive Government Chief Whip there has ever been. Alison then married somebody called Seabeck. Alison Seabeck then became secretary at the Commons to one Nick Raynsford MP. A liaison developed between the two of them, and Raynsford left his wife for her. They are still together. She was then selected for Plymouth Devonport and is now an MP.
Anne, his wife, had previously had a torrid affair with Michael Booker (he of the prize) and Nick Raynsford caught them at it on the sofa.This was in the mid-late 80s.
Raynsford became rather a DOG at Labour Party Conferences, despite his deceptively nerdish looks.
There is a character in a work entitled The Best Blessings of Existence who bears a distinct resemblance to Mr Raynsford.
Sue me.
Alison Seabeck is the daughter of Michael Ward, the last Labour MP for Peterborough. He was defeated by Brian Mawhinney in 1979. Michael Ward subsequently died of cancer in 2002/3 - having left the Labour Party (he later rejoined) after being bullied by the Peterborough Labour Party (not that that ever happens) and a flirtation with the SDP.
Alison Ward, as she then was, was taught at the polytechnic she attended by Dr Rudi Vis, who originates from the Netherlands (he played for the Dutch national football team, the under-12s) and who became a Labour MP in 1997.
Alison Ward later became secretary to one Roy Hattersley, conniving at the latter's trysts with one Ann "Loaf-Head" Taylor, who later became possibly the most ignorant and unimpressive Government Chief Whip there has ever been. Alison then married somebody called Seabeck. Alison Seabeck then became secretary at the Commons to one Nick Raynsford MP. A liaison developed between the two of them, and Raynsford left his wife for her. They are still together. She was then selected for Plymouth Devonport and is now an MP.
Anne, his wife, had previously had a torrid affair with Michael Booker (he of the prize) and Nick Raynsford caught them at it on the sofa.This was in the mid-late 80s.
Raynsford became rather a DOG at Labour Party Conferences, despite his deceptively nerdish looks.
There is a character in a work entitled The Best Blessings of Existence who bears a distinct resemblance to Mr Raynsford.
Sue me.
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