A qu for my backroom orgish chums.

How sick do you have to be to find yourself fancying a Minister in the goivernment?

Now, obviously, if its Jack Straw, the answer is, very sick. But, god help me, when the story about Caroline Flint having her briefs snapped on the way into Cabinet broke last week, I thought to myself, you know what, I would. See for yourselves:

http://www.politics.co.uk/news/healt...pe-$448384.htm

(She's not actually minister for fitness any more, I just thought it was an amusing and rather apt job title)

Blimey. Further research reveals there's a whole fancying-female-politician world out there. Even the Sun is in on the act with a "a sizzling selection of top Lib Dem political totty" (Only one, as far as I can see, and she'smore scary than sizzling, but no doubt Nick Clegg will be along soon to claim its really half a dozen miss world finalists)
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage...ticle63350.ece

This is all very worrying.