So the air is alive again a cacophony of sound, Mrs Bercow or Mrs Speaker as she is otherwise known is tweeting again. She was silenced for a few days, no doubt because of the threat of an expensive law suit. But she is back , one has to admire the woman’s tenacity. We all loved the suggestion that, it was only because she was a woman that she was ridiculed for her big mouth … got news for you babe, if you were a man, parading about in a sheet and lip gloss on your blabber mouth would get you nowhere at all. So milk it for all its worth Mrs Burcow, because you are a woman, but you do your whole sex a great disservice, and have a care, “one day you will be old” ,as one fine old gentleman famously said to another air head who had no care for her reputation. Mr Bercow, let’s face it, your lady is not the type to stay home and “tidy her drawers” no pun intended of course. Three hundred years ago she would have been put in a scolds bridle, then she would not have been able to have her cake and eat it whilst enjoying the reflected status and protection of a powerful husband.
In my own small way of course, I struck a note of sensationalism this week end. I had my albino eye lashes and eyebrows dyed in Ryde High Street. I did not examine the result before emerging into a cold winter afternoon and noticed people were looking at me, at first I was rather pleased, as I became invisible a long time ago. But when I got home The Sainted One told me the horrible truth, my eye brows were a sinister shade of electric blue . There was rather a nasty and indelicate remark about blue rinsed ladies with what I thought was a double entendre. No amount of scrubbing can change this so I have to make them dark brown with a pencil and I look like Groucho Marks ……By and large this was not a good weekend.