Forgive me for being shocking and for my absence. I have been writing my dissertation at the Queen’s University and being mesmerised by your sexual obsessions.
Why is it that your “wee country” , so good at soccer and peopled by so many pious people, is obsessed by sex?
Lord Morrow has stopped women selling their bodies for sex.
Now he wants the death penalty, not for having sex, I think…
The Attorney General has intervened [I like this nomenclature, does he turn up at court like Sergeant Wilson and say, “do you think that is wise Dec?”]. He has a thing or two to say about women’s bodies, I have heard. He thinks that abortion is bad.
The First and Deputy First Ministers have told him to intervene about all sorts of things. It must be hard to advise so many competing departments in so many different ways. Mr Larkin is also exercised about gay discrimination. He has intervened. He should get out more.
As I predicted by me earlier , much money will be spent on these matters, almost as much as is spent on tea and biscuits at the Great Place on the Hill.
Catering and sex would probably pay for a cancer unit but where sex is involved you chaps spare nothing.
Basil McCrea has been cleared about being sexy. William Crawley wanted to know on BBC about the sexy goings on of a footballer. Many people got excited, including Adrienne.
In my country sex is just a fact of life, like malaria.
Here is what I want to know. Where are your women folk? It must be that large numbers of them respect their man. Does Mrs Allister say: “I’m pretty sure that women should be in charge of their own bodies , Jim, but if you think not, that’s OK “?
I’m told that there is lots of sex on the Hill. Politicians, SpAds, officials, their wives and their children, anything goes. There are even gays in every party. That seems pretty normal to me, like Westminster , Lusaka or Washington.
But you are all in denial.
This excites me, in an academic way.
At present my PhD. dissertation is “Aspects of the diffuse narratives in respect of the disputed territories in the Indo-Tibetan Borderland”
I’m asking my supervisor if I can do “Sex on the Hill”, instead.
That should sell well in Bulawayo.