Hazel Blears - Satan's Pixie and a Government of Sleaze

Satan's pixie, Hazel Blears, is certainly caught up in the scandal of our MPs expenses.

Strange how the normally vocal ...incessantly vocal ... MP has become less so since the original stories of her first home/second home * (*delete as most profitable) hit the headlines. Was she merely trying to make some flipping money...or not? Who knows and indeed who cares, she and her like must simply be exorcised.

For many years now she has rammed down the nation's throats the sleaze of the previous Conservative government and that all things wrong with the world are because of Margaret Thatcher. How could she have known that it would be her own interfering, dictating government who would, through their own far superior sleaze, have practically instigated the downfall of an internationally respected political institution.

Yet across the parties it is worth remembering that while our brave soldiers are fighting and dying in the sun scorched provinces of Iraq and Afghanastan, in wars that stemmed from political gain and rather dubious intelligence and where there's inadequate equipment due to a lack of public money, at least our MP's are winning in the property market, getting their pipes fixed and acquiring mock Tudor frontage.

Peter Mandelson Fails to Diffuse Expenses Row.

Crusty never likes to step into the world of politics too often - well, one simply doesn't have the correct shoes - but our MPs are certainly in a pickle at the moment, aren't they?

I recall some weeks back, when the furore first started, Lord Peter Lady-Peggy-on-a-Sunday Mandelson was being interviewed on television in an attempt to diffuse the allegations being made by the Daily Telegraph.

Crusty always feels uneasy about that one, poppets; each time he appears on one of my many flat screen T.V.s here at Crusty Hall (all paid for by me, incidentally), one can hear the holy water in the font of the Chapel at Crusty Hall bubbling violently...and has one noticed, over the years, how his mannerisms and tone of voice are morphing into those of Lady Thatcher's?

In some respects he reminds me of dear Dannniiiiiii Minge (sorry-my-keyboard's-sticking), that is to say very little facial animation north of the lip line. Crusty always wonders of he has had bollocks in his face? Perhaps receipts will be found amongst his expenses.

(Oh! Chu Me has informed me it is actually pronounced Botox!)