GOODNESS, Outraged of Silkstone got her knickers in a twist about my reportage of Angela Rayner.
It’s hardly a ‘political slur’ when she had to resign over her actions and queue up at the Job Centre, is it?
She employed a clever move to avoid inheritance tax but not clever enough when you still list your constituency address as your main residence.
Cake and eat it, comes to mind. It might not be a black and white issue, but it’s definitely in the darker shades of grey and she was caught bang to rights working the system – and failing.
As Secretary of State for Housing, she should have been whiter than a Scottish Snow White in a bridal frock, but her hubris was her undoing.
Blaming her conveyancer told us everything, it was HER responsibility to check for holes and I wonder if that was her planned line of defence if it all went wrong.
Sadly, Ange has done what politicians in all parties tend to do, get into a position of high power and then turn into the ‘Do as I say and not as I do’ brigade.
They assume an arrogance that they think coats them in Teflon, but their abject hypocrisy is the chink in their armour.
I have no political affiliation at present, I am as disappointed and jaded as so many who had high hopes Labour would be above the duplicitous Tories with Dominic Cummings driving a thousand miles up north to test out his eyes and their mingle parties where we had to stay two metres away from our own parents.
The Tories handed that election to Labour on a plate. All they had to do was be better. Labour were rightly critical of those who came before and so they were extra-duty-bound to succeed in being people of their word – and they cocked it up and are still cocking it.
If Ms McCartney of Silkstone is reading this with her handbag raised at chin height still in defence of a fallen working-class female heroine who could have, should have been everything she supposedly stood for then I’ll look forward to sending a first birthday card to her in 364 days because I know when she was born. Yesterday.
A date for your diaries folks. On October 10, Claire Throssell will be having her book launch in All is Good, a coffee shop on St Mary’s Street in Penistone.
It starts at 4pm when Claire will be signing books and then doing her talk at 6pm. Do come along and buy one.
For My Boys is a book that needed to be out of her and on paper. There were so many facts that will have one’s jaw dropping to hear and finally Claire is able to say them. It will be a story about the worst of humanity and the best of it and your support will be very welcome to her.
How lovely that there is to be a second cinema screening room at Penistone Paramount theatre, for that means it’s safe for a while longer.
Popcorn at affordable prices and that lovely old-fashioned quaintness one associates with childhood.
I remember once going with the kids to watch Harry Potter and the film having an ice-cream break mid-way. A strange man was loitering by the loos when I went.
And I gave him ‘a look’ when I came out forcing him to explain his position. ‘I’m the projectionist,’ he said smiling politely, ‘I’m just waiting until everyone’s done before I put the film back on’. Bless.
