It has been revealed this morning that Sally Bercow, wife of the Speaker of the House of Commons has hired Max Clifford to represent her as she goes into the Big Brother House.
Sally Bercow clad in a bedsheet
The feral beast Mrs Bercow is fast beginning to rival Heather Mills in the public disdain she attracts. Whether she’s parading around wrapped only in a bedsheet or Twittering abuse about David Cameron, this pointless woman brings herself and her husband’s office into disrepute by taking a £100,000 fee to appear on such a ridiculously chavtastic show.
Spouses of those in high office used to behave with dignity. Now, like the grasping MPs, the plundering bankers and the hacking press, this tedious opportunist, who frankly none of us should have had occasion to have heard of, is doing just the same.
Speaker Bercow is just as guilty for failing to rein his wife in. Her actions, as well as his own tawdry conduct, should surely result in their expulsion from their sumptuous lodgings beneath Parliament’s clock tower in the same way that David Cameron is now supporting the eviction of tenants found guilty of looting from their council houses. Cameron’s recent speech about such could indeed very easily be adapted to deal to this (adaptation in italics):
“For too long we’ve taken a too-soft attitude towards people that behave without dignity in their own community within the Palace of Westminster… If you do that you should lose your right to the sort of free housing that you’ve had that goes with your job... They’ll have to find housing in the private sector and that will be tougher for them, but the Bercows should have thought of that before they started behaving so tastelessly.”
Mrs Bercow should take heed of a quote by Adam Savage: “My dignity and good television – they’ll never meet.”
For an alternative view about Mrs Bercow see Tanya Gold’s Guardian piece at http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2011/aug/08/sally-bercow-my-kind-speakers-wife (I suspect and hope that few of you will agree with it)