I steer clear of politics in MT, and not simply because our boss used to be Deputy Prime Minister and now sits in the Lords. But this diabolical hoo-hah about MPs' expenses requires some small comment.
1. You pay peanuts and you will get manipulative monkeys. The MPs' stipend of sixty-three grand a year wouldn’t persuade a GP, small-town solicitor or even middle-to-upper-ranking social worker to get out of bed in the morning. If you regard being a Member of Parliament as an important role in society – which I do – you have you pay them properly. You cannot make them fiddle – within the daft existing rules – to gather together a proper wage. It’s a bad system.
2. The run-of-the-mill out-of town MPs I’ve come across lead fairly miserable lives, separated from their families during the week and kicking their heels in the shark-infested Westminster hurly-burly. Taking part in tedious votes at all hours of the evening. They have to lay their heads somewhere. and there is no MPs' dormitory. They cannot sleep on the Embankment or occupy the odd free bed over the river at St Thomas’s.
3. It is in nobody’s interest that the democratic process in Britain is regarded by the general population with contempt and ridicule. Just ask those in Zimbabwe or Burma or China who cannot vote freely what they think about us behaving in this way. Sneering at and turning our backs on such a privilege. The expenses mess needs sorting out, but it is time-wasting indulgence to allow ourselves to be so completely diverted by it while there are infinitely more important things to attend to. There are plenty of UKIP nutters and BNP boot-boys who are regarding the furore surrounding Oliver Letwin’s tennis court repairs with sly glee, and who will be looking to reap a rich electoral reward at the polls.
By an amusing coincidence, I spent yesterday morning with a journalist who used to work on the Telegraph, which has paid a large sum to buy all this stolen information (£300,000, some say) from a disloyal miscreant, and is now expecting a visit from the boys in blue. This now ex-journalist was reminiscing about the days when he was able to add £250 each week to his – very reasonable - salary by making up billable meals with fictitious contacts and filling in blank taxi receipts. The sort of behaviour that would make even Barbara Follett and Alan Duncan blush.
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