Cherie

Very strange! Personal advisor, who's bit on the side was an Auatralian fraudster. Dress sense is odd - rouche perhaps.
Anyway having once been a spy I still hace contacts. One of my agents in MI5, codename SPEKS, told me an amusing story the other night - well actually it was daytime in Regents Park, but nobody was looking so we did'nt get arrested.
He knew a police constable who used to guard the back door at No. 10. None of your Buck Pal security there - its right on and tight. Anyway one night, when he was on duty, he was wandering around the garden and found an empty can of extra strong lager. Thrown there by one of the brats I expect. Well - he got bored - long night shift and kicked it around the garden a few times - as he always harboured this dream of playing for the greatest fooltball side in the world - Birmingham City F.C.
Harmless sort of stuff - but the next morning he got summoned to the chief constable's office for a bollocking. Cherie had made a formal complaint about the noise that he had caused which was disturbing her nooky. He was told that he would never be given 10 Downing Street duty again and was duly banished.
However there will be a happy ending to this story. I am a football supporter and as soon as I'm PM he will be reinstated.
Awa the noo
Gordon