The aphrodisiac of power...

...or not, as the case may be.

Westmonster was amused to see this story on Recess Monkey. Apparently Parliament is positively zinging with a "sexually charged atmosphere."

Absolutely. Why, anybody here will tell you that we spend our days engaged in a desperate struggle to keep our clothes on as we indulge in such hedonistic pursuits as opening the post, drafting answers to constituency correspondence, and muttering darkly in corners about the bugger who keeps jamming up the photocopier before wandering off without 'fessing up to Gary downstairs, thus adding an extra hour to the day. Yeah, you know who you are.

Good job we've got a vat of smelling salts on standby in this office to deal with the "sexually charged" excitement of it all.