Could it be that the culture secretary,like some sick torture-porn Blofeld, maintains an army of lap-dancing sleeper agents to ball-gag dissent?Today, or if I worked as a cartoonist for a tabloid newspaper,I could simply hand in a hurried scrawl of heaven, where Victoria Wood now plays the piano alongside Prince on guitar and John Whittingdales political credibility on slap bass. But instead, or I must write.
Does it matter that the torture-porn fan,free-market fundamentalist and wilful BBC wrecker John Whittingdale dated a woman who turned out to be a dominatrix and then threw her under the bus when the memoir threatened to travel public? Not unless you entertain some outdated idea of chivalry, I suppose. Whittingdale should remember that dominatrixes are ladies too. There is nothing of the knight approximately him.
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Source: theguardian.com