On being, as it were, the Kevin Bacon of the demi-monde
Opening my newspaper over coffee just now, I came across this...http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk_news/story/0,,1424773,00.html
And here's the thing - yet again, this is someone with whom I used to live. Only briefly - she was in trouble with the college authorities and ended up sleeping on my floor for a couple of weeks. And we weren't particularly close friends, just the sort of foafs which means that you help people out.
She had the particular merit of getting up the nose of the one of my then actual flatmates who became an eminent musicologist.
And now she turns up as a Labour candidate sacked for being an ex-hooker, and not being ashamed of it. As opposed to the current leadership, about whose constant selling of himself there is nothing ex, though also no shame.