A good friend and Fleet Street journalist went to a private view of an exhibition of photographs of leading politicians. As she stood in front of the picture of Caroline Flint, she remarked, to a colleague, (not that quietly) "You can see her moustache" My friend turned around to be confronted with none other than the lady herself.
Flint has always struck me, as a piece of work. Nothing I can put my finger on, but I get "bitch" every time she speaks or appears.
I now hear that she has deserted the girlie cabal of Hazel the Chipmunk and others to further her ambition. It has been reported that she has cut adrift from the pack and is now giving very pro-Gordon Brown soundbites, in the hope of getting a high profile job in the impending Cabinet Reshuffle. If this is true, she has really shot herself in the foot. Her maximum tenure in any job is going to be 12 months. Thereafter, she will be forever tainted with the Brown era and her political career, such as it is, will be over.
Desperation and Ambition. Isn't she lovely. Let's hope she has laid in a good supply of bleach. Or wax.
Pictures Added, inspired by Tory Totty. Come on, Tots, send us a pic and I will blog it! Strapworld. mm.
Flint throws a right strop. Did not get the job she wanted and now is full of piss and vinegar: "Brown treated me as female window dressing". Well Caroline honey, I never saw Jack Straw posing on a couch in fuck-me shoes, and you took your time to say that.
Anyway, sweetie, don't worry your pretty little head. You have a great future on I'm a has been, get me out of here.
PS: Men, wanking to the above picture will result in a perma ban from WWW.
Posted by Wrinkled Weasel on Friday, June 05, 2009