A Glimpse Into The Home Life...

...of our own dear Yasmin. First, the dream sequence:

At 3am on election night – when results were still uncertain – I surrendered to sleep and turbulent dreams. In one scene, Roy Hattersley, in a kilt, was saluting a uniformed and heavily armed Margaret Thatcher.

Yikes!

On Friday my husband brought in the coffee as always…

Unspoken, the words '...he knows his place!'

Then, we're on to the usual guff:

Appallingly, the election was largely a white, male fest, both in terms of who was out and about representing the parties and who was interrogating them.

The rest of it is the sort of rant you'd expect from Yazza, not worth bothering with, about how we haven't elected enough black/female/Asian/lesbian/transexual/one-legged MPs....

Similarly, this Guardian editorial agrees that politics is still far too middleclass and white:

The headline results are already solidly familiar. But it is the analysis of who voted where, and who they voted for, that will best illustrate the wider political health of the nation. Already, it is clear that once again the House of Commons is too white and too male and too middle class to reflect the people who voted for it.

*sigh*