Sally Bercow

What on earth possessed La Bercow to pose wrapped in a sheet for photos and to allow herself to be quoted as saying "I never realised how sexy I would find living under Big Ben". It is the first time I have heard or even thought of Big Ben as an aphrodisiac and the thought leads one on, as these things often do, to wonder whether there is a Freudian slip here. No doubt a psychiatrist can tell us if in effect she is making a sub-conscious comparison to a certain part of the anatomy of her vertically challenged husband, although I have heard it said by some indiscreet ladies that the size does not depend on one's height but on the length of one's feet in inverse proportion. Someone really ought to make a study of this, or not. It will be just another thing that will be used by some unkind people to humiliate those of us who are tall and blond with big feet. What a pompous ass he is though dressed to look like a court usher rather than in the truly magnificent of full fig of yore. And La Bercow, who presumably agreed to the stunt in the hope that it will promote her career as a wannabe Labour politician, has been made to look frankly like a silly cow. I feel sorry for her in the kind of way one does when one sees someone continuing digging a hole that they should have abandoned a long time ago or better still not even have started. I hope England don't make me feel like that when I watch them this playing Wales this evening in the first match of the 6 Nations Tournament.