|The Noble Lady in pink looks unimpressed with her new colleague|
Well, there you go. The whole thing has always been a joke of course, and most reasonable thinking people in Britain realise that.
It was bad and bad enough when aristocrats handed down a seat in parliament to their legitimate offspring. It was an affront to democracy, but then so is an hereditary head of state or a privy council, or a first past the post system...
|Her neighbour looks positively disenchanted|
But, the current nonsense is beyond a joke. Any Tom Dick or Michelle can get themselves a seat in the chamber of the living dead, simply by currying favour with a leader of one of the parties that subscribe to this nonsense, following orders or maybe making a financial contribution. The package comes complete with medieval title and £300 a day tax free expenses.
In this case, it was allegedly Mone's business skills led her to be appointed as a Baron, the lowest level of lord (her style will now be "the noble" and her children will enjoy being "honourables"). That being the case it must have been a bit of an embarrassment for her that on the eve of her elevation to the nobility, with a remit for entrepreneurship, it was announced that her Ultimo company made staggering losses. I suppose, though, in fairness, people like her feel no sense of shame about small matters like that.
I suspect her very public falling out with Labour over Brown's handling of the economy and his threat to increase the top rate of tax, and her visceral hatred of the SNP and independence for her homeland may have had something to do with her success with the Tories, though. Nothing like a slap in the face for Labour from a working class girl made good.
|Fortunately these two look more favourably upon Michelle. I've not seen IDS look so happy since he found out how many sick people had ''signed off'' under his regime, and George looks as if he's been sniffing stuff again.|
The Tories, who turned out in force to celebrate with her in her ermine robes, don't seem to feel any embarrassment about her failing business. She has since divested herself of Ultimo and moved on to fake tans and diet pills.
I have to say the photographs, even ones take with two of the most despicable of her new colleagues show her sporting the most classy (if somewhat over the top) outfit I've ever seen her wear.
The Noble Lady has chosen to be known as Baroness Mone of Mayfair in the City of Westminster... like some latter day Eliza Dolittle. Presumably, in her rush to get away from the nasty things people were saying about her on Twitter (which she didn't understand could actually get across the border into England) she has forgotten that she comes from the East End of Glasgow.
I suppose the folk from the East End won't much care.
I had a look to see what she was tweeting about as she became a lord, but I got this message. Clearly she doesn't much care for Munguin.