The Times carries a story about pubs hiring strippers to try and woo back the trade lost as a result of the smoking ban. It wonders of this is an example of the Law of Unintended Consequences. I wonder if stripping in pubs might provide a useful occupation for Caroline Flint before she loses her looks entirely.
“Unintended” is not the same, of course, as “unexpected”. It was wholly to be expected that pubs would lose trade, just as it was obvious that smokers would take to the streets with inevitable results in terms of smell, noise and litter which were previously contained within those pubs which chose to allow smoking.
New Labour legislation is full of such unintended consequences. There is plenty of hypocrisy in there also, as well as unwarranted interference in personal liberty – the emphasis on “choice” is pretty meaningless when zealots like Caroline Flint can impose their personal likes and dislikes on the rest of us.
What has become of Ms Flint? We last saw this “humourless harridan-cum-bimbo, Blair groupie and former Health Minister” being exiled to the north (see Caroline Flint – new Gauleiter for Yorkshire), presumably because Gordon Brown has little time for dim bimbos whose only assets are the visible ones. She adds a whole new meaning to the acronym WYSIWYG – what you see is what you get here, with no talents beyond a shapely tit ‘n bum.
She used to put herself about a lot (in the political sense I mean, of course) but I have heard nothing of her since she was sent up North. Her web site conveys no sense of great activity.
In September we learnt that “Caroline Caroline Flint opens Aviation Academy” – so good they named her twice, apparently.
Her only reported activity in October was in connection with Doncaster’s “not in my neighbourhood” week. I wondered if that was a report of the North East’s general reaction to their new minister – “not in my neighbourhood” would certainly be my reaction if Brown foisted her on my region. It is actually about litter-picking – a bit of a come-down from bullying the whole nation to give up its habits.
A headline about Energy Saving Week is actually about flights from Doncaster to New York – I’d be on the first plane myself if Caroline Flint came wagging her finger at me. A link to an article about flying to New York is about Energy Saving Week. Perhaps there is some deep message in this cross-over of headings and subjects, or perhaps even Flint’s own office doesn’t care very much any more.
Either way, she does not seem to be very busy oop North. Perhaps she might give something back to pub-goers by stripping in the Dog and Ferret. It would make use of the only assets she has. My limited experience of strip clubs suggests that they are staffed by hard-faced women a little past their best-before date who have given up hope of making progress in their career. Flint should feel at home there.