Here’s to You, Mrs.
800 years of Sassenach oppression are nothing to the tasty story of a 59 year-old woman and her 19 year old lover. Iris Robinson, the wife (at the moment) of Northern Ireland’s Prime Minister has gone into media purdah (viz psychiatric treatment) after a scandal surrounding her extra-marital adventures.
Apparently, she played away from home with a young lad who wanted to open a cafeteria and managed to get him £50,000 from property developers. He must make one hell of a beans on toast. So must his dad. She had a go on him too by all accounts.
All this has blotted the escutcheon of hubby Peter Robinson who represents the DUP – a loyalist party that espouses family values. The poor fella is being pressed to explain how much he knew. I’d have thought that if his Misses was indulging in extramural matress dancing, it was pretty bloody obvious that he didn’t know anything. Now, I have no sympathy whatsoever with this man’s politics, but give the guy a break! If you just found out that your one and only had been riding the baloney pony with a teenager, wouldn’t you think you deserved a wee bit of space to get your head together?
Samson and Delilah, Anthony and Cleopatra, Monica and Bill….sure, it’s all part of life’s rich tapestry. And I find it comforting that in spite of all the money and power, affairs (of the heart or wherever) can still make a politician declare ‘Alas! I am undone’. There, but for the grace of God, go more of us than we’d care to consider.
