George Osborne: old Etonian, keeper of the hallowed red box at No 11 Downing Street. Now his mama might have loved him but his follow up on the unlamented Brown Government's wheeze of bailing out the friggin' bankers still leaves most folk with steaming ears at the very thought of their collective political cowardice. So now posh Georgie is cryin' oot that there's nae enough poondies (£'s that is) in his wee piggy thing fur the ladies.
If you don't live in the land where the Scot Nats now reign, then 500,000 of you hard working woman will have a quandary come the next general election, as to where to mark your X. Though I guess, given the slightest opportunity, you'll know where to shove that wee pencil.
