Look, I admit it, OK? To begin with I was an out-and-out Bercowist, mainly due to the revolting midget she married who daily reduces parliament from a farce which requires considerable skill to an end-of-the-pier show which usually does not. But then, as time and the reptiles of Grub Street got to work, she became one of the many - very many! - individuals whose all too regular appearances in the media reduce the sunny disposition with which I am imbued when I return home each day from my early morning swim into a grumping, growling sulk! Sight or sound of her, or her husband, would put me into a snapping, snarling rage leading to the cat being kicked, the 'Memsahib' ordering me up to the garret and, usually, an ill-tempered blog post. But no longer!
Yesterday was the culmination of Mrs. Bercow's equivalent of the charge of the Light Brigade in which, against all advice, I would guess, she insisted on defending herself in Court against a libel charge by Lord McAlpine following a particularly, even for her, stupid tweet which implied that he was a paedophile. According to the prints this little exercise in utter futility is going to leave her £100k poorer. 'Oh dear, what a pity, never mind' are the words that instantly leap to mind. The word is that 'Mr. Midget' was dead set against her fighting this in court perhaps not least because McAlpine, gent that he is, offered easy terms to anyone who just owned up and apologised. Little 'Georgie Moonbat' was quick to accept m'Lordship's offer and paid relatively small damages and agreed to work for nothing for a year on a charity of his own choice. But 'Battling Bercow' insisted on having her day in court and whether or not she thought it was worth the hundred grand we do not know. No wonder Mr. Midget, ooops sorry, Mr. Speaker is always so bad-tempered and bossy in the House of Commons because he obviously has no authority at home!
Even so, in my usual contrary way I am slowly warming to 'la Bercow'. She adds to the gaiety of nations and if, as I gather, certain old buffers in the gentlemen's clubs of Pall Mall and St. James do, you like tough, sinewy blonds who would look good in leather with a whip in hand, then 'our Sal' is the gal for you. So from now on I will not hear a word against the, er, delightful Mrs. Bercow and the fact that she obviously drives her little midget mad only adds lustre to her shining persona in my eyes.
If they are looking for a statue to go on that empty plinth in Trafalgar Square they need look no further than 'Bercow the Bold' and here she is, courtesy of the photo in The Mail, in a suitable pose. Perhaps they could place a discreet collection box under it to assist her in paying her legal fees!
Oh Dear.
You'd asked David, what're hillbillies look like with the humididities so awful - and I'd replied, more or less, We changes 'em!
Now I does and I doesn't but from what I can ken from the aboves pictured lady, that's definitely not a hillbilly's ear-string black 'n dangling (tho' that upright pointing north of her south pointing dangley gives me a single, maybe a single and a half second pause) I'm guessing her shingly to be two palmfuls comfort.
Tell you what David - I'll give you heck, all of the US of A'll give you ten months with Nancy Pelosi's dangly - and ... providing she'll bathe to my specifications, ... I'll be willing to slip the surly bonds of Earth keenoodling ers!
(I sometimes wonder whether Farmer George & the Continental Congress were of sound mind when I compare ya'lls females to ours - ya'lls look (sort of) Mayfair and ours, Hustler.)
Posted by: JK | Saturday, 25 May 2013 at 12:09
I hesitate only because of Andra (hopefully she's off cavorting or whatever they call it in Queensland) anyways David, this lady should get you off those anorexics:
http://teriobrien.com/page/2/
Homepage:
http://teriobrien.com/
(Mayfair type.)
Posted by: JK | Saturday, 25 May 2013 at 12:40
JK, ......ah right!
Posted by: Andra | Saturday, 25 May 2013 at 21:07
I thought the previous Speaker, the inarticulate and unintelligible Mick Martin was appalling enough, but the Bercows really take the biscuit. How low has the 'mother of parliaments' fallen if these buffoons were chosen as representatives of the Commons.
I know it's not right and not clever, but I must say I have felt a certain amount of schadenfreude at Sally the Alley's twitter downfall. Truly, the only 'clever' thing I can think that Dave said was 'too many tweets make a twat'.
I'm not entirely sure I understand what JK is saying, but get the idea that he may 'fancy' La Bercow. If that is so, he may like to look at another nice 'photo of our 'fragrant and demure' Slack Sal :
http://berryhogan.blogspot.co.uk/2011/09/sally-bercow.html
It shows her in a more typical pose I submit.
Posted by: Paul Minter | Saturday, 25 May 2013 at 21:52
Paul, from time to time no-one here understands JK. It's not his fault but he lives deep them-thar hills in Arkansas and when the wind is in the wrong direction it blows the fumes from the local still down to him. Andra and I have told him but he says it's just too damned hot to sit on the veranda chewin' baccy whilst wearing his ex-navy gas-mask - apart from the difficulty of spitting out the baccy!
Posted by: David Duff | Sunday, 26 May 2013 at 09:03
My wife and I recently had visitors from the Netherlands, long time friends we met camping in the 90's, but that's another story. During our conversations, the story of Sally arose and we explained what had happened. With great amusement we had to tell them that the emphasis in her surname was on the 'B' and not the 'c'.
Posted by: Penseivat | Wednesday, 29 May 2013 at 10:39
Hello, Penseivat, and welcome to D&N. I'm not sure your Dutch friends weren't in the right!
Posted by: David Duff | Wednesday, 29 May 2013 at 11:24
Big cow? Not really.
Posted by: Louise | Thursday, 30 May 2013 at 12:29
OH, alright then, Louise, 'biggish'!
Posted by: David Duff | Thursday, 30 May 2013 at 15:37
You could always edit her in photoshop though ;-)
Posted by: Louise | Thursday, 30 May 2013 at 19:38
You over-estimate me, Louise, I have difficulty *taking* a photograph let alone photo-shopping one!
Posted by: David Duff | Thursday, 30 May 2013 at 20:03