Patsy Hewitt, a face of Spanish leather.
Mrs Patricia "Pat" Hewitt an employee of Boots, the chemists, (honest) former health secretary and now a part-time MP has called for a fit of spite among her fellow part-time parliamentarians. Well, Gordon dumped me, after all I had done for him and, I don't mind saying, Jeremy, the country; so why shouldn't I kick him in the goolies. No, you simply don't understand, you gentlemen of the media, but it is really rather simple, as very wealthy people Geoff Cunt and I must look after our own interests and that means, Jeremy, a Tory government. I mean, Jeremy, I'm very rich, my husband's a judge, my darling son's a junky, I think, Jeremy, that merits some pretty special consideration. And that's not to mention the filthy hospitals I invented. And that's not to mention, either, that I began my career as a greedy, gobby slag working for the National Council of Civil Liberties and have used the Labour Party entirely for my own ends. A-ha-ha fucking ha, Jeremy. A ha fucking ha. Civil liberties? Do fucking grow up.