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A General Erection

There’s a week to go before the country goes to the polls. The result is on a knife edge and the Prime Minister is aboard the battle bus, visiting Paddle with Whipping, a key marginal in the home counties. As he relaxes in his seat, his aide hands him the ‘special telephone.’ “It’s Martin, Prime Minister, he says it’s urgent.” The premier takes the phone, his face grim with trepidation. “Hello?” “Sorry to bother you, Sir. We’ve got a bit of a situation.” “Go on.” “It’s Jenny. The press are rumbling about a movie. It’s not good.” “A movie?” “Yeah, you know. Early 90s before she entered politics.” “Oh shit. How bad is it?” “I’m not sure. Rumours are it’s pretty full on.” “Oh no!” “I know. We’ve filed a section 31, but it might be too late. Tony’s rushing it through now.” “Right. What’s she saying?” “Nothing yet. There will be an official denial, obviously.” The Prime Minister rubs his face in frustration. With the polls neck and neck this was like handing No. 10 to the opposition, on a plate. “So, it’s about damage limitation?” “Yes. We are where we are. Do you want me to get her on the phone?” “No... Let’s see if it runs or blows over, first.” *** Meanwhile the news is spreading like wild fire. The BBC are rearranging their schedules. “ We’re interrupting your programme to bring you a news flash ,” says the announcer, during an early afternoon gardening programme. The camera cuts to a throng of photographers and journos, all busily taking notes and vying for position as the ...

... Home Secretary prepares to make a statement. “We’re handing over to Sally Kirton, our on the spot news hound, who has a breaking story.” Sally fumbles with her microphone oblivious to the camera. As she arranges her audio, a button pops open, causing her to flash a rather nice portion of cleavage. “What?” She looks to one side and presses her finger to an ear. “Fuck.” Somewhat flustered, the embarrassed correspondent clips her microphone in place and buttons her top. “Yes, I’m here in the Home Secretary’s constituency of North Rogering and Rimming, where she’s about to make a statement on allegations that she made an adult movie as a student.” The voice of the news anchor cuts in. “So, what do we actually know, Sally?” “Well at the moment it’s just a rumour, but of course coming at a crucial time in the general election and her party behind in the polls, it couldn’t come at a worse time.” “Of course, and with her slim majority, this could be a crucial blow to her political adversaries?” “Exactly. Oh, I gather she’s about to speak.” A well-dressed, attractive business like woman in her thirties addresses the hubbub. “I would like to make a statement regarding the allegations made about me in the morning’s edition of the London Chronicle. I would like to put it on record these stories have no basis in fact, whatsoever. I have and never would, partake in ‘edging’ whatever that is.” There are sniggers from the journalists. “Anyway, I have passed this on to my legal team. I have ...