Saucy pic of speaker's wife stirs storm in UK
AFP, Feb 5, 2011, 07.21am IST
LONDON: The wife of the House of Commons speaker admitted on Friday she had been a "complete idiot" in posing for a British newspaper naked save a bedsheet.
John Bercow's wife Sally, 41, appeared in London's Evening Standard on Thursday wrapped only in the white sheet, standing before a window overlooking parliament. In a story titled 'My bedroom secrets', she said her 48-year-old husband had turned into a sex symbol since taking the speaker's chair in June 2009.
Sally Bercow has raised eyebrows with her extrovert actions — admitting in the past she used to drink heavily and engage in one-night stands when she was single — and her latest public appearance has heaped further pressure on her husband.
The speaker of the lower house is one of the highest offices in Britain, presiding over debates in what is dubbed the "mother of all parliaments" in a role dating back to at least 1377.
"Politics can be sexy because power is an aphrodisiac," Sally Bercow told the Standard. "Since John became speaker, the number of women who hit on him has gone up dramatically."
A wretched woman who degrades democracy
By AMANDA PLATELL
Last updated at 12:58 AM on 5th February 2011
Given what an attention-addict she is, it’s tempting to ignore Sally Bercow’s latest publicity stunt.
The silly woman clearly revels in the limelight, no matter how wretched she makes herself look in the process.
Her latest wheeze - posing in just a bedsheet against a backdrop of the House of Commons and giving an interview in which she shares excruciating details about her sex life - has merely confirmed that she is the Christine Hamilton of our times.
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And from The Telegraph
Sally Bercow's gaffes
Sally Bercow is now almost as well known as her husband, John, the Speaker of the House. Photo: PA
1:35PM GMT 04 Feb 2011
December 3, 2009
On drinking: “I was a big binge drinker in my twenties. I started drinking at Oxford, being a party girl, and it got out of control.
“I got a grip for a while, but in the mid-Nineties I was working in advertising and I would drink wine at lunch then go out and drink a bottle in the evening, most evenings really. I had no stop button.”
“Well, OK. It was sometimes more like two bottles.”
On one night stands: “It’s true that I would end up sometimes at a bar and someone would send a drink over, and I’d think, ‘Why not?’ and we’d go home together.”
February 3, 2011
On living in a grace and favour apartment at the House of Commons: "I never realised how sexy I would find living under Big Ben with the bells chiming".