"It's not really about whether or not Prezza, like any other testosterone-laden politician, can be trusted to be faithful to his country if he can't be faithful to his wife - that's so a Tory argument - it's about consistency! If a policeman could face a disciplinary enquiry for shagging on duty - a waste of the taxpayers' money - then surely Prezza should be subject to the same?"
The Cow was struggling to see the difference. That, as far as she knew, was also an argument put forward by the Tories, aqnd she thought the Deputy Prime Minister had been punished enough. After all, he'd had his work responsibilities taken away from him, despite keeping his salary, his perks and his title.
"At least the secretary spoke highly of him, describing him as a considerate lover," she remarked. "uMalume's extra-marital dalliance, on the other hand, resulted in accusations of rape, and the evidence presented at the trial suggested a profound knowledge gap of considerate lovemaking."
"Ah yes," conceded Bronstein. "But JZ drew heavily on notions of culture and tradition to justify his behaviour. Prezza, on the other hand, was behaving decidedly unBritish! In fact," Bronstein's voice rose an octave, "his behaviour was dangerously French!"
The Cow mulled over that. She was dying to know what "British" behaviour was. She'd seen "traditional British values" invoked by some education official or other as the secret weapon to counter the spread of "Islamic terrorism" in young people, and wondered how Morris Dancing was going to lure curious youngsters away from the fascination of building a shoe bomb. After all, so many of them wore such ugly shoes, blowing them up seemed a logical thing to do.