Friday 20 November 2009

SHOULD I BE PROUD OF HER?

I can't believe it. An "Old Girl" of my school has become the EU's foreign minister.


Now many ex pupils of that illustrious school have gone on to great things, University proffessors, engineers lectureres high ranking captains of industry and many more worthwhile if more mundane jobs, but EU foreign minister?
Admittedly the "Baroness" was only one year old when I left but how come in our small community few have heard of her rise to stardom?


The answer of course is that she was mediocre at best.
What has been her career so far? She rose without trace to serve on some charity committee and married a prominent Labour supporter ( though God knows what he saw in her,it certainly was not her beauty).
She may have been good in bed with the lights out, I don't know.

But then what were the qualities which led to her elevation to the Lords?
She has never been elected for any office, not even a lowly district councillor. She has only ever been a quangocrat.

The qualities which led to her preferrment were that she was a PC Labour toady always following the party line.


Otherwise nobody even in her native village had heard of her.
That's how you get to the top in Labour politics, toe the party line, get in with the right people (being elected not essential or even desirable) and annoy the opposition.
She knows nothing about foreign affairs, is inexperienced and totally unsuited to the position, in other words excellent Labour material.

It is said when in the Lords she insisted on protocol and at airports red carpet treatment as befits her position.
A long way from the bike ride I presume she must have made up Winstanley Road to school (it was still a grammar school then) to her exalted position with a £200,000 plus salary with expenses.
How far this stalwart Labour socialist has come.

I find it hard to believe how an ex pupil of my old school could betray her roots and embed herself in this den of thieves.


If I had known at the time I would have knocked her off her bike.

yaz