Saturday, May 06, 2006
Girls aloud
Margaret Beckett may be Britain's first lady of diplomacy but the same cannot be said for the Times journalist who wrote these words:
A half-hour later the eau de nil Jag glided up. Mrs Beckett slid out the door, temporarily blinding us with the turquoise.
“Congratulations on your new job!” a hack shouted.
The bouffant looked our way. “Thank you,” she said, nodding towards us. She must be ecstatic. But, truly, our first thoughts now should be with Condi Rice, the US Secretary of State. First she was dragged round Blackburn by Jack Straw. It is only a matter of time before she has to go caravanning with Mrs Beckett.
Is that the sound of claws being sharpened that I can hear?
A half-hour later the eau de nil Jag glided up. Mrs Beckett slid out the door, temporarily blinding us with the turquoise.
“Congratulations on your new job!” a hack shouted.
The bouffant looked our way. “Thank you,” she said, nodding towards us. She must be ecstatic. But, truly, our first thoughts now should be with Condi Rice, the US Secretary of State. First she was dragged round Blackburn by Jack Straw. It is only a matter of time before she has to go caravanning with Mrs Beckett.
Is that the sound of claws being sharpened that I can hear?
