Hands Off Hauge

As the village postmistress said to me this morning 'haven't seen you around much' and this is true of my blog as well. Well I gave blood yesterday (in only 4 minutes 56 seconds) and have been around and about attending to other matters.

But one bit of politics which I felt a need to write about is this stuff about Hague (UK Foreign Secretary)  and his 'special adviser', in which a few individuals are trying to make mischief of, suggesting that because they shared a twin hotel room together during the election campaign, this automatically means that they are in some sort of homosexual relationship (why, does this imply that men cannot have Platonic relationships with either sex then?) and that Hague's marriage is breaking up. I think that this sort of story is nothing short of disgusting and as usual British politics is getting nearer and nearer to the cesspit.

I appreciate that this is the silly season (as noted before), but there are still many important political issues which should surely matter more than our foreign secretary sharing a room with a male colleague. I half suspect that those currently shouting off about this part of the story would be the first to complain about expense scandals if they had had two separate rooms (clearly no of these chaps has ever served in the armed forces either, where it is usual for men to share barracks together, both men and women, yet no-one suggests that anything inappropriate is happening).

Then Hague had to issue a statement regarding all of this, following the hounding out of Hague's adviser, and had to tell us about his and his wife's unfortunate set of miscarriages, so some people are now suggesting this is a smokescreen to divert attention. But attention from what exactly? People suggest that Hague's adviser should not have been an adviser because he used to be a driver and got a lower second class degree. Well this is perhaps the worst sort of class bias I have read in a long time. Clearly then, the Foreign Secretary who helped to create NATO in 1952, was unqualified because he had happened to have been  a working class miner.

In a nutshell this whole story is nothing short of gutter press, people need to lay off Hague and hopefully this will be the end of the story. It also leads me to conclude that I need to delete the Paul Staines blog off my roll, as I am sick to death of the smut that comes from the comments and his wit of late has dropped quicker than a Richard Branson balloon. I am also surprised that the telegraph and the mail ran with this,  but i can only conclude they are desperate for sales.

So hands off Hague.