Crikey! I Do Believe He's Playing Croquet!

Since when did our government become the political equivalent of Heat Magazine? Walking past the local shop today I noticed the headlines of a few newspapers. Apparently, there has been a huge scandal in the cabinet. Has someone been having an affair again? Has someone been taking bribes? No, wait could it be that one of the MPs has gone stark raving bonkers and shot 17 people in a bloody rampage? No. It's worse than that, I think you better sit down for this one...

John Prescott was playing croquet.

Yes, that's right, croquet. Can it be? Can our working mans hero who tells it like it is be going over to the dark side? Is he becoming a snob? Is he getting rid of his down to earth values and changing into a stuck up, toffee nosed aristocrat? No. I think you'll find that he's playing a game of croquet. It's a game, he might like it. It's like saying I eat cheese sometimes, so I must be Swiss.

Since when did someone's job effect what they can and can't do? I don't believe there's a 'common-ness' restriction on certain sports, is there? "I'm sorry, I can't sell you that croquet set until I see some proof that you look down on the peasants." So, please someone, judge politicians on the job they can do and not what image they present to you, but most of all, remember that they're just people and they're only trying to earn a living and enjoy their life. Let them play croquet if they want to.

Bobbikk