For years, there was one blog which was essential reading for the Westminster Village, bringing readers all of the political gossip they needed; Iain Dale’s Diary. But rest assured, Iain’s blog covered a wide range of topics other than politics. Now, to celebrate the release of The Blogfather: The Best of Iain Dale’s Diary, out now, we bring you an extract from the book which shows exactly how wide that range of topics is…
Sunday 24 September
When I drive home from doing a newspaper review on News 24, I usually listen to Stephen Nolan’s phone-in programme on Radio 5 Live. Last night I tuned in at a quarter past midnight to be ‘entertained’ by a discussion about the merits of a rampant rabbit. I have to admit that I had never heard of such an implement but soon came to understand that it is, how shall I put it, something which enables ladies to (as the tabloids would say) pleasure themselves.
It was a strangely compelling forty-five minutes in that I kept wanting to switch over to something else but didn’t want to miss out on anything! There was a fantastic caller called Anne, who was obviously of fairly advanced years, who had me laughing out loud. She was obviously gagging to buy one but couldn’t quite imagine herself walking into an Ann Summers shop. And then this morning, flicking through the Indy on Sunday I spotted an article on the same subject by Rowan Pelling.
The point I am coming to, in a Ronnie Corbett-esque manner, is this. Why is it now socially acceptable to discuss women’s masturbatory aids in polite circles, when if one were to have the same conversation about blow-up dolls for men (and God alone knows what else) you would be hung, drawn and quartered by the feminist lobby, which no doubt believes blow-up dolls are demeaning to women. Well what about the poor bloody rabbits!
Imagine, you’re a poor little fluffy bunny wandering around a nice country garden, and suddenly you look through the conservatory windows and spy the Mistress of the House… [end this NOW – Ed.]
I’ll just get my coat…