Normally, of course, the Bercows are useful to this blog for providing a steady stream of prattishness which provides the 'Editor-in-Chief', er, that's me, with useful in-fillers when I slump here in my PJs and dressing-gown without a single thought between my ears. He is one of nature's natural clowns and all the funnier because he is totally unaware of it. But hanging in my sitting-room opposite my chair is Bernard Buffet's painting of a clown and the melancholy that lies beneath the cheerful grease-paint is sobering.
John Bercow A clown
As we all found out a few weeks ago, his flamboyant, brain-dead wife, Sally, ran off with another man. Not just any old man but Bercow's cousin. Yeeeeees, quite! Having looked at his photo I can only suggest that amongst the other remedial treatments she obviously needs, a visit to Specsavers might be in order.
Not just a fat-faced slap-head but a lawyer, too - yuk! Anyway, according to The Mail today this rat has slunk back home to his missus and the Bercow's have come to an arrangement where-by they will still be apart but will share long weekends together with their children. As always, of course, it is the children who are the 'collateral damage' in these 'civil wars'. It is for them and them alone that I wish the Bercows well in their tentative rapprochement.
I understand that 'Sally from the alley' had been unhappy with the physical side of her marriage to John. She is supposed to have told her other bloke that sex was very unsatisfactory with John. "When we're nose to nose, his toes are in, when we're toes to toes his nose is in and when he's in, there's no one to talk to"!
Posted by: Penseivat | Sunday, 12 July 2015 at 12:37
Penseivat, 'you're a very, very naughty boy' 'cos I nearly fell off my chair laughing!
Posted by: David Duff | Sunday, 12 July 2015 at 13:17
I am sure that joke would be right up Sally's alley. Best laugh in dunkies.
Posted by: jimmy glesga | Sunday, 12 July 2015 at 19:18
On the other hand it was an opportunity to be rid of her.
Posted by: Uncle Mort | Sunday, 12 July 2015 at 20:07
oi, Duffers, where's me bleedin' Monday funnies???? !!! It's lunchtime and I've nothing to read.
Posted by: Cuffleyburgers | Monday, 13 July 2015 at 12:04
No sooner said than done, Sir!
Posted by: David Duff | Monday, 13 July 2015 at 12:41
Penseivat...maybe "talking" was the problem all along.
Posted by: Whitewall | Monday, 13 July 2015 at 13:44