Come the revolution, only attractive men will try to hit on women, and then only when they’ve already said yes.
And as is pointed out, there’s a further lovely point to be made.
So, the general accusation is that prospective female MPs were at least left with the impression that sweating the blubber would aid them in becoming actual female MPs.
At which point obviously someone has to go ask the current Lib Dem female MPs whether any of them did sweat the blubber as an aid to their moving from being prospective to actual female MPs.
Which would be a very interesting set of conversations, wouldn’t it?
If the answer is no, none, then there’s not really much more to be said about it all. He may have been making clumsy passes but he wasn’t in fact using what power he had to get his knob away. The alternative would be very fun though: but I’ll leave you to picture the implications of that.
“I shagged my way to the top!” is something we more usually associate with WAGs rather than MPs. Leaving aside the case of Mr. H. Harriman of course.