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I used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.

(, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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My parents' next-door neighbour used to happily sit on the Commons' back benches for many a year until being ousted by one of "Blair's babes" (bit of a misnomer) in 1997. He was a rich source of the kind of stories that would get national newspapers frothing at their metaphorical mouths these days, as most Parliamentarians of his generation seemed to regard the Palace of Westminster as a heavily-subsidised club (well, it still is). One thing he told me is that, quite apart from the Cabinet, Shadow Cabinet etc., there were as many different cliques and mutual appreciation societies as you'd find in an English public school, which usually had more to do with length of "service" than party politics, with the elder statesmen generally being the more likely to behave badly in debates, shouting down speeches, throwing papers everywhere etc. One group of crusty Old Harrovians were particularly renowned for constantly trying to derail motions by rudely heckling and badgering other MPs heading for the "Aye" door (in complete disregard for the House's etiquette and protocol). They were known as the "Nay boors".
(, Mon 5 Oct 2009, 10:02, 1 reply)
/checks Parliamentary procedures
It's the Ayes and the Noes. Fucksocks.
(, Mon 5 Oct 2009, 11:27, closed)

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