Before the recent hiatus over misbehaviour of staff in the charitable sector, I had never heard of Penny Mordaunt the Secretary of State for International Development.In the space of a week I have become singularly impressed by her no nonsense approach, no punches pulled position, opposite Oxfam and their fellow charities.
As the daughter of a paratrooper, and the only female MP who is a Royal Navy Reservist I have a feeling that she is one of the women, including a few from the other side of the House, who we will hear a lot about in coming years.
Here is a snippet from Wikipedia, Judge for yourself: In 2014, Mordaunt became only the second woman in Elizabeth II’s reign (the first being Lady Tweedsmuir in 1957) to propose the loyal address in reply to the Queen’s speech from the throne, and made reference to Tweedsmuir’s comments about wanting more female involvement in Parliament. Mordaunt remarked “I have benefited from some excellent training by the Royal Navy, but on one occasion I felt that it was not as bespoke as it might have been. Fascinating though it was, I felt that the lecture and practical demonstration on how to care for the penis and testicles in the field failed to appreciate that some of us attending had been issued with the incorrect kit.
I’m a Liberal, but she seems like my kind of girl.
I went to the all boys Newton-le-Willows Secondary Technical College.
The year that my class (2J) performed the Merchant of Venice, Portia (him on the right in this picture) was a 14 year old, 6ft tall Scouser.
Remember – we were 14 at the time. If a 6ft tall, 14 year old wanted to dress as a woman, who was going to argue with him?
If you switch your scouser headphones on you will hear the words “The quality of Mersey is not strained” Of course Shakespeare intended that the word be Mercy, but again, even Shakespeare wasn’t going to argue with a 6ft tall, 14 year old, scouser?
One of the worthwhile tings of Facebook is that from time to time it reminds you of things that you posted some years ago. Apparently on the 10 February 2013 I posted the following comment on Facebook.
“Maureen and I have been to the Dragons Head for Sunday Lunch and a couple of bottles of Pinot Grigo. I am now reading a Michael Connolly book (on both my Kindle and my computer) whilst listening to Dvorak’s “The Bartered Bride”. This is what retirement was supposed to be about.
Apart from Maureen taking the last Tunnock’s Teacake from the Kitchen cupboard.”
The picture brings a few tears to my eyes. It’s seeing a youthful Roy Williamson and Pete Crane, when his hair still had colour. Also two sadly, and much loved, absent friends. I suspect the photo was a little before 2013.
As a polite reminder to those of us who are responsible for walking dogs, the Parish Council draws you attention to the following notice, which is being displayed in strategic locations around our community.