Will Labour’s Top Totty Topple Gordon?

The resignation of Labour top totty Caroline Flint must have come as something of a surprise to Gordon Brown and his dwindling band of supporters. As recently as Thursday evening curvaceous Caro was reaffirming her loyalty to Gordon Brown and telling television reporters what an excellent job the Prime Minister was doing.

It was something of a shock on Friday then to here the lissom Labour babe had resigned her ministerial position alleging that Brown regarded her as “no more than window dressing for the cabinet. What had happened overnight to make everything go pear shaped in the pulchritudinous politician’s working relationship with her boss?

Boggart Blog can exclusively reveal the true story behind Foxy Ms. Flint’s resignation. Our Downing Street insider obtained a copy of an e-mail sent out on Friday morning:

From: gordon@no10
To : caro.flint@labour

Caroline,
You have done a wonderful job as Minister for sexy skirts but now, in the party’s hour of need I must ask you to take one extra step. Obviously today will be a dire day for Labour’s standing in the public perception as the election results come in and our losses pile up.

We desperately need something to divert the attention of the media from our election meltdown. That being the case I have arranged for a photographer from The Sun to call at your place around 11:30 this morning. It is time to get your tits out for the cause.

BTW I would consider it a personal favour if you could wear black stocking with lacy tops.

Very Best Regards,
Gordon.

LEAVING LABOUR’S sorrows aside for the moment, although I’m sure we will return to it, Boggart Blog has been warming to UKIP. Why, you might well ask. Well read this passage from a report in The Guardian of a visit to UKIP HQ.

And then there is an extrovert, middle aged skinhead wearing jeans and shades.

“So you’re from The Guardian?” he says, full of bonhomie, “My brother used to work for The Guardian. That’s the good news. The bad news is I hate him, he’s a fucking twat. We said to him ‘the way you’re going you’ll end up working for The Guardian. And he did too, the fucking twat.”

Can you imagine The head Of Communications & Media for Labour, the Conservatives or the Lib Dems ever being that entertaining.

Not Fair!

Ok so there I was surfing the interactive TV Olympic coverage yesterday when I lighted upon MEN’S beach volleyball.
“Whey hey,” I thought, “Shoulders and six packs and cute little bums encased in lycra!!!!!”
So I selected.
What did I get? Four chaps in baggy shorts and baggier vests. Not Fair!
This is obviously sexual discrimination. The only reason for ladies’ beach volleyball is so the blokes can ogle the fit girls in the bikinis, if you’re going to have a male equivalent then the girlies should be able to ogle the fit boys in skimpy lycra.
And let’s face it, whilst the Olympics may showcase the best in sporting achievement, most of the athletes haven’t got the right kind of figure, male or female, to be termed totty. Seeing chaps with their fun sized meat and two veg jiggling up and down isn’t really very enticing.
Perhaps we could have semi naked tennis. Novak Djokovic showed off a fine pair of shoulders and more besides as he ripped off his shirt on winning the bronze.
Rafa has a glorious physique, Federer can hold his own in any manly chest contest, as indeed most of the top male players can. What a treat it would be to see these splendid young men batting that ball about naked from the waist up, instead of having to hope the camera stays on them at change of shirt breaks.