We all have our crosses to bear.
One of mine is that for more years than I care to remember, I have been ‘represented’ by the Brontosaurus from Bolsover, Dennis Skinner MP.
When he’s not parading around his apartment in – I think – Chelsea, or presenting himself as a representative of the proletariat in South Normanton, or choosing one of his own orations as a great Parliamentary speech, remembering the glory days when he campaigned alongside Arthur Scargill against the rest of the country, or telling us how proud he is not to have changed his opinions, El Dennis is still making his annual attention-seeking quip in the silence after Black Rod has summoned the Members of the Commons to come and listen to the Queen.
This has been going on for at least 25 years now, and it has become a little embarrassing.
This time it was:
“Jubilee year, double-dip recession, what a start.”
The last two have been:
2009 Royal expenses are on the way
2008 Any Tory moles in the Palace?
I have one question for all the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed new intake of MPs, who are supposed to be the most stroppy for a generation.
Why do you let him get away with it? Why not challenge a few of these self-indulgent rituals?
Why did no one insert, in the seconds before El Dennis woke up and made his quip, for example:
“Will somebody please have a Dinosaur Dungeon installed in Bolsover Castle?”
“I would have retired as a miner; I will do so as an MP so I am not taking another man’s job.”
Come on, young bloods looking for some profile, get a grip and get some quips.
Suggestions are more than welcome in the comments.
Keep them short and sweet, and who knows, perhaps someone will be on the ball next time?