Who is she?! I love saying that, harking back to the infamous Nicky, all these years ago, on Big Brother. Almost on a par with ‘still tired after the move’, courtesy of an American comedian – similarly, light years ago – referring to his birth! The latter is, firstly, hilarious and very clever; the former pulls much more of a serious punch and, in this case, is definitely not meant in humour. All I need write is, Nicola Sturgeon! Now, that would wipe the smile off the faces of most people I know … Just as one thinks she has, at last, removed the stylus, that same old record starts playing again. Cue music … ‘All you need is IndyRef2 (all together now) …’ How much more can a sane individual of intelligent mind be expected to take? (I’m asking for a friend, obviously!)
Ms Sturgeon’s latest goading of the Prime Minister, as she continues to pull at his jacket tails, demanding that which has been denied – many times – because she wants it and, like a terrier, she will focus on nothing else until she gets it … and, breathe … is to accuse him of being frightened of democracy. Where is that exclamation mark, so desperately worthy at this moment?! She, who, STILL, refuses to accept the ‘once in a generation’, democratic vote by the Scottish people in 2014 has the gall to mention democracy, let alone accuse Boris of being scared of it? That’s either just blinkered, plain stupid – on her part – or on that of her proletariat. Perhaps, all three …
Apologies, but think of a red rag and a bull. Thus, yesterday, as Boris headed north of the border to see, for himself, the rolling out of the miracle vaccine (that should be plural, now, as they seem to be multiplying), one could almost see the steam emanating from Chez Tarzan – or, should I say, the Scottish Parliament Building. Of course, Boris was up here to be seen – and make his presence felt – but, as Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, he had every right to do so. Ms Sturgeon knows that and, thus, all she could do was stamp her white stilettos and claim that his visit was not essential – oh, sorry, during the pandemic. Forgive me – for what? – but who is she to decide what the Prime Minister deems essential?
Let’s, now, reflect on that which Ms Sturgeon deems essential: well, who would believe, IndyRef2 – during a pandemic?! It invokes great confidence to note that our First Minister is completely focused on navigating an ongoing crisis of such enormity, never mind the devastating aftermath. People have been crippled, both mentally and financially, and who knows how long it may take to recover? Then, again, I suppose it’s fair to say that the day-to-day running of the country was never the priority for Ms Sturgeon and her lackies judging by the state of Education, Health, Police, Drugs et al in Scotland. She has never made any attempt to conceal the fact that Scottish independence is all she cares about; independence from the shackles of the ‘white privileged’ of Westminster; from those, frequently, referred to – in not-so-hidden insult – as ‘posh’. Can I interject, here, with a reference to the wonderfully impartial ‘woke’ culture? Why is it that one never hears an aggressive backlash related to the use of the word ‘posh’? Rhetorical, of course, but I, for one, am sick to death of the casual deploy of this word by those who fear no censure. It is used in insult; a form of attack upon those who, inevitably, choose to rise above rather than engage in futile debate. The mere suggestion of referring to someone as ‘common’, however? There would be an absolute uproar …
So, Ms Sturgeon and her proposed mandate for IndyRef2, compiled while focused, entirely, on the pandemic at hand? The definition of multi-tasking or, rather, blind ambition courtesy of a First Minister consumed by ego and the desire to carve her name in history despite the future of the country she was elected to serve. Best not to mention the 8.2 billion respite assigned to Scotland by Westminster during the pandemic …
Shall I lighten the mood with the subject of Liz Hurley? There are few who could be oblivious to the photographs of the 55-year-old – emblazoned across the media – in nothing but her pants and an open cardigan (wasn’t that Starsky‘s?) as she stood in her garden, in freezing temperatures, surrounded by snow! I mean, why? Just why?! A ridiculously unnecessary question. Liz Hurley’s entire ‘career’, as such – if one could call it that – was borne of a black Versace dress which, short of material, was held together by safety pins. Yes, yes, I jest but those safety pins – and being on the arm of Hugh Grant at the 1994 premiere of Four Weddings and a Funeral – have been responsible for her subsequent fortune! She owes so much to Hugh. Pitiful at acting, her association with him introduced her to affluent, influential circles – and Shane Warne. Oh, and Steve Bing, the American millionaire who fathered her son, Damian.
I concede, this, regardless of how it was acquired, fame led to her becoming Estee Lauder’s Global Ambassador for their Breast Cancer Cancer Campaign in 1997, a role she still holds to this day. An undeniably worthy cause. However, that aside, it is purported that she has a profitable swimwear business … Of course, that is why she was being photographed in her pants, in the snow – with her boobs all but out – by her 18-year-old son! I stand corrected. Apparently, the raunchy photographs were taken by her 80-year-old mother – who, hopefully, escaped hypothermia whilst snapping her semi-naked 55-year-old daughter, mother of 18-year-old son, in baltic January temperatures. Seriously? To be honest, it explains a lot. What’s to bet her 80-year-old mother was sporting the bikini top which was so, obviously, missing from Liz’s attire?! Perfect.
Oh, boy, I have just found the Liz Hurley quote to end all quotes …
‘I’d kill myself if I was as fat as Marilyn Monroe.’
Enlightening. Mensa? Maybe not.
This is Trish, signing off.
