Old John Major, eh? Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, say no more, say no more.
Who would have believed that the old grey man and the egg lady had been going through the yes lobby together all these years? Mrs Thatcher must be turning in her grave.
And yet Mr Major’s episode of shame could so easily have been avoided if he had remembered the plumber’s code.
If I have one golden rule it’s never lend someone your tool unless you are sure they will look after it. And as I always say, if it’s true in plumbing, it’s true in life.
Mr Major clearly forgot this rule and gave Ms Edwina his tool without a thought to the consequences.
Now his reputation’s gone down the plughole. Or has it?
I reckon if he decided to run again as Tory leader then he’d be a skoosh to get back into Number 10. Phoney Tony’s cap would be on a shoogly cistern if there was any half decent opposition. That clearly doesn’t apply to Ian Duncan Thingy but the new dynamic Johnny Major would be right in there. Okay, the Downing Street caterers would have to run for cover but that’s a small price to pay.
As for Ms Edwina, well she’s a womanly wench isn’t she? Or should that be a womanly wrench? The kind that once it gets a good grip on your nuts it never lets go.
We all know her type. Gold taps and no washers as my old gaffer would say. She’s the kind who you would give a good deal on fitting a new bidet as long as she kept it quiet and then before you know it she’s told the whole street.
How Johnny must regret all those nights he told Norma not to bother with dinner because he’d be getting stuck into a curry at the office.
Plumb on.