The loneliness of Edwina Currie

Edwina Currie is very much an acquired taste and I am very happy that I acquired it in 1983 when we were both first elected to Parliament. Sassy, saucy, fiendishly bright, burning with drive and ambition, yet with a heart, she was head and shoulders above most of her male contemporaries and they hated her for it. People forget just how far Cameron has detoxified the Conservative party. Women, gays (only tolerated in the research department), blacks and Asians had a very steep if not impossible mountain to climb just to get on the candidates list, let alone have a chance of obtaining a winnable seat. Currie tells one tale that should shock any reader to the core:

‘Worse was the appalling story told by Geeta Sidhu, a wealthy and beautiful Indian recently selected for Blackburn…But when CCO heard she was pregnant, officials spent over four hours with her, she said, trying to persuade her to have an abortion.