Apologies, I couldn't think of a clever title for this blog. Anyway..all the criticism Harriet Harmen has received for sporting an anti-stab jacket for a jaunt around her own constituency despite being escorted by three policeman was a little disproportionate if you ask me.If I had access to the same protection I'd want it too walking around Peckham, and I'm just me..she's the MP for that area so there's a veritable cornucopia of reasons for the locals to want to stab her up. Her prudence was just good sense.
I mean really people, as a member of the cabinet you want to try and big up your Government's policies on crime and at least give the impression that you're making good with all the manifesto promises to be tough on crime and the causes of crime, but you still need to reeeeecognise.
A PR gaff it may be, but common sense still needs to prevail. Given the choice between creating the false and ridiculous impression that Peckham is a crime free Shangri-La and receiving a six inch deep stab wound to the tits, OR being safe and committing a minor public relations gaff that'll be forgotten in a few days, I know what I'd choose. Oui?
The thing that alarmed me the most about this photograph was the width of her hips. It's just something that has always fascinated me about the female form. How on earth do they manage to build up such mass around the hips and thighs? Her buttocks alone have gravity. The rest of her is fairly slim for a woman who clearly has to absorb an awful lot of protein from the babies she eats.
Her hips are the same width as the policeman's anorak. That's got to be about 2 feet. That gives her hips about a 5-6 feet circumference. She probably wore the vest to counter the tapering effect of her enormous hips and the tight-ish green jacket. You know what I'm talking about don't you girls? Astonishing stuff, astonishing.
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