M.P.s Behaving Badly

The Conversative Party in Britian has been rocked by a political scandal involving weathly people having sex with each other. Well, not rocked, exactly.

Lady Verushka Wyatt is said to have been incensed by the way [Tory M.P. Boris Johnson] treated her only daughter, Petronella.

Reports that he quibbled over the price of an abortion infuriated her further.

Lady Wyatt leaked news of an abortion which Miss Wyatt underwent after sleeping with the Spectator editor. Father-of-four Mr Johnson last week rubbished reports of an affair but, after Lady Wyatt said the allegations were true, he was fired as the Tory opposition's arts spokesman.

Yesterday, Lady Wyatt, the widow of Tote boss Woodrow Wyatt, said she had no sympathy for the disgraced MP.

Speaking from the $7.2 million London house she shares with Petronella, she said: "I've no views on his dismissal. It's none of my business, really."

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Mr Johnson has been married to barrister Marina Johnson for 11 years.

The couple began seeing each other while Mr Johnson was married to socialite Allegra Mostyn-Owen, who he left when his new girlfriend became pregnant.

Add a corpse and you've got a P.D. James novel.

Johnson is a blubbery toff who looks like Darrell Hammond impersonating Tweety Matthews. He was the Tories' Shadow Secretary for the Arts, a position which involves licensing the images of Rodney and Del Boy on tea towels. Or so I'd like to think.

Last week, Johnson called allegations of the affair "an inverted pyramid of piffle." And yet British newspapers describe him as "a wit."

Johnson is also the editor of the Spectator, where Petronella "Petsy" Wyatt is a columnist. Her current column offers some advice for working mums such as Ms. Johnson.

The upshot of all this is that the woman who has nothing to occupy her but family matters can end up in the most distressing of positions: by being a dutiful housewife she eventually loses the love of her family. Women thinking about giving up their careers should think again. It is understandable that they should not wish to work long hours in the City or in a solicitor's office, but even a part-time job can do wonders for their long-term felicity.

Apparently there is no Anglican equivalent of James Dobson.

(Story via SullyWatch and Best of Both Worlds.)