In the early eighties Jonah Lewie assured us that you would always find him in the kitchen at parties. Had he been at Number Ten, however, he would have kept well out of the way of the kitchen and we would have been denied an important part of musical history. Honestly, the things that go … More Boris Makes An Apology
“Do you promise you won’t tell anyone?” An anxious Mumsie looked up into the flushed face of Boris’ butler, Snetterton. The face she had, for the last ten minutes, been kissing quite indecently. “Never a soul, my lady,” replied Snetterton, with uncharacteristic vigour. “But… don’t you think the Prime Minister has a right to know?” … More An Improper Use Of A Pantry
The Prime Minister had never really mastered the art of ‘nonchalant’. Even before she became Prime Minister, Lucy always possessed a self-evident air of overt obviousness. She was by and large quite boisterous, but even when she was being very quiet, you knew she was there. This was quite at odds with almost everyone else … More Garden Party
In the Prime Minister’s bedroom, King Boris and Nigel Farage were once again going through her drawers. This time, though, they were looking for her hats. The Prime Minister was famed for her elaborate and extensive hat collection, coincidentally acquired very soon after she moved into Number Ten. It was a passion shared by Dr … More More Bedroom Action
Cabinet Secretary Sir Edd Evans-Morley scrutinised the three ashen faces before him with some cautious satisfaction. He had unexpectedly come across the trepidous trio scampering through the corridors of Number Ten, clearly agitated and, in the case of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, somewhat tearful. Sir Edd knew that nervous people were vulnerable people; vulnerable … More Betrayed By Trousers
Who Shot Tony Blair? 