Things Will Never Be the Same Again
IN England, mainstream politics was always an incredibly dull and uninteresting affair. We had Edward Heath and his characteristic stuffiness, Harold Wilson with his obfuscatory pipe-smoking, Margaret Thatcher and her ice-cold blue rinse and the perennial greyness that was John Major.
More recently, things have taken a far more disturbing turn and we can no longer gloat at the squalid stories that reach us from across the Pond involving American presidents who fall for bleached-blonde actresses, require manual assistance beside White House washbasins or display an uncontrollable urge to satisfy their manifold perversities on private Caribbean islands.
It pains me to say it, but the sight of former Labour MP Peter Mandelson in his underpants has changed the entire character of the political landscape. Some of us, myself included, may require long-term counselling.
Remember Profumo? Resigned and worked in an East End Charity rest of his life apparently. Bring back the 60s? Maybe not.
Mandelson's nickname is "the Prince of Darkness" and it fits him. He's trying to make excuses, like Epstein was giving him money for osteopathy treatment!