Sorry Pixie, I was replying to Omah’s O/P where there was no mention of young lads or my daughter, in which case my reply would have been very different.
I see the incident took place in a private club where probably the members would have welcomed his advances, or at least made their position clear that they were not interested.
Anybody would be better than The Fat Oaf.
The prime minister’s official spokesman said Mr Johnson knew of “allegations that were either resolved or did not progress to a formal complaint”, adding that “it was deemed not appropriate to stop an appointment simply because of unsubstantiated allegations”.
The spokesman added that Mr Pincher “had lots of skills and experience for the role”, but when asked whether Mr Johnson used the phrase “Pincher by name, pincher by nature”, said he would not comment on private conversations.
Dragging the truth from BJ is like getting blood from a stone … 
Boris Johnson was "aware of media reports… of inappropriate behaviour" by disgraced MP Chris Pincher and sought advice before appointing him to be his deputy chief whip, Downing Street has confirmed.
Speaking to reporters on Monday, the prime minister’s official spokesman said Mr Johnson was “not aware of any specific allegations being looked at” and “in the absence of formal complaint, it was not deemed appropriate to stop an appointment on the basis of unsubstantiated allegations”.
But he said the PM was “aware of media reports that others had seen over the years and some allegations that were either resolved or did not progress to a formal complaint”, so sought advice from his propriety and ethics team before his appointment.
Well NEVER get truth from the lying pig.
And that all sounds fair enough to me. It shows Boris is a reasonable person and doesn’t listen to gossip and he even took advice before appointing him.
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Well, that’s one way of looking at it … but not mine … Pincher is the latest in a long line of resignations associated with No 10 and BJ so the PM is either stupid or a poor judge of character … 
It was a Private Members club where he did his groping?
So these gropees are grown adult men of means?
Why would they go running to teacher?
Why not knee him hard in the goolies, or punch his lights out, or just do a ‘Will Smith’ and give him a good slap?
I was thinking exactly the same thing Ruthio. If nothing else they could have got him thrown out for being as drunk as a skunk.
If you read the article, “the victims were said to be two staffers”.
“Staffers”, AFAIK, are (paid or unpaid) employees of MPs and ministers.
They were definitely not “members” of the club. As guests, they would not be likely to inflict violence on anyone nor, indeed, be in a position to suggest that someone else do the inflicting .
Thankyou Omah
I didn’t think it would be your way of thinking, so no surprise there really. And how many changes to Labour’s front bench has there been and I know one that Starmer would like to get rid of, but can’t as she was voted in. Only think Starmer can hope for is that she gets charged by the police, but he doesn’t and I wouldn’t mind betting he’s given her legal advice (cough).
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Whataboutery again. The most pathetic way to try to deflect attention.
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I call it hypocrisy on the posters part. You can’t have one rule for them and another just because you don’t like the person. You either think something is wrong or you don’t.
Call it what you want however attempting to divert attention by blatant whataboutery is pathetic.
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I agree … whataboutery is an attempt to derail the thread … 
This thread is supposed to be about Chris Pincher, so if anything it’s been taken off course by discussing Boris, yet again.
IMO, PM BJ and his working relationship with Pincher and other subordinates is, inevitably, relevant.
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Well imo it’s not. If you wanted to discuss that you should have started yet another Boris bashing thread 
This did make me chuckle…a better class of scandal in the 70s and 80s !!
And look who wrote it!
" Edwina Currie: ‘In the 1970s and 80s we had a better class of scandal’
Have we really got a new sex pest scandal with a Tory MP called Pincher? You couldn’t make it up. My favourite up to now was in the last Parliament, with gallivanting Charlie Elphicke apparently saying: “I’m a naughty Tory”. It’s not that the Tories are particularly awful, it’s just that right now we have more Tory MPs in the Commons than all the others put together.
Look up and you’ll find the SNP’s parliamentary leader Ian Blackford accused of protecting another SNP MP facing similar claims, while in 2021 Andrew Marr reminded Keir Starmer that seven Labour MPs or former MPs had received a jail sentence within the previous 10 years for offences ranging from illegitimate claims for parliamentary expenses to lying to police and threatening a woman with an acid attack.
I can’t help thinking that in the 1970s and 80s we had a better class of scandal. The high-profile miscreants were at least good-looking – cabinet ministers John Stonehouse (Labour) who in 1974 unsuccessfully faked his own death to run off with his girlfriend, and Cecil Parkinson (Conservative) in 1983 whose mistress produced both a baby and a book, were both strikingly handsome. No five o’clock stubble or torn jeans for them. But then Mrs Thatcher had made it quite clear she disapproved of beards.
The worst sex pest I came across was a minor aristocrat who owned a castle, though he was no looker. Sir Nicholas Fairbairn was a flamboyant Scottish Tory MP and solicitor general for Scotland but he was also an alcoholic and an eccentric. He was the only MP to use the parliamentary snuff box and carried a tiny silver (working) pistol on his watch chain. He was cited in a divorce case as the co-respondent and another lady tried to take her own life outside his flat for love of him. He stood behind me at the crowded entrance of the Chamber one evening as we waited to vote, and tried goosing me. Big mistake. I wore stilettos then, so I took a small step backwards and ground the heel into his foot. He couldn’t yell or shove me away, of course, but his agonised groan was a delight to hear.
On one occasion I found him ahead of me in the queue at our self-service café and heard him making lewdly suggestive remarks to the middle-aged ladies serving us our tea and buns. When it was my turn I apologised to them. To my astonishment they giggled and blushed, saying: “It’s only Sir Nicholas.” These days he’d have been frog-marched out of the place.
When he died in 1995 a woman turned up on his castle doorstep with a child she said was his. To her great credit Lady Fairbairn settled some money on the boy. Then she sold the castle and moved back to civilisation. The SNP subsequently won the seat.
The nature of scandal can change depending on the proclivities of the Prime Minister, as we see now (“I had too much to drink” is not, actually, an excuse for wandering hands, chaps). Though one glare from Margaret Thatcher could stop an elephant, she changed some rules; as a woman married to a divorced man she knew relationships could be messy, so unlike her predecessors she brought multiple-married men into her Cabinet including Nigel Lawson, Norman Fowler and Douglas Hurd.
I worked for a while for her guru Sir Keith Joseph, a lovely (twice-married) man who had a lady friend who lived in New York. Concorde proved a boon, enabling him to go and visit her for the weekend; he would land at Heathrow at 8am on Mondays and come straight into meetings at the Department of Education, bright-eyed and very bushy-tailed.
There were moments of high camp which I still recall with misty-eyed pleasure. Back in the days of the AIDS crisis in the mid-1980s, the Government decided to send a warning booklet to 23 million households (on the reasonable grounds that anybody could get infected with HIV; it was not just a ‘gay plague’). Nobody but us knew that the DHSS Ministerial team trying to select appropriate warnings for the sexual adventures of the nation included two ministers who were sleeping with each other. It was the Minister of State for Social Security (Mr Major) who suggested that the word “promiscuous” might mean different things to different people. So we went round the table, asking everyone what they thought it meant, with John and me desperately trying to keep straight faces.
That’s why it was weird when, as Prime Minister, John started making speeches to the 1993 party conference about “back to basics” and “family values.” That was really offering a hostage to fortune, and so it proved. Hacks sharpened their pencils and flicked back through their notebooks. Within weeks no fewer than 11 ministers had resigned on revelations about extra-marital affairs of various flavours. One chap, Tony Marlow, never denied that he was so keen on family values that he had two families, one for the week and the other for the weekend, with 11 children between them.
I was a candidate for the European elections at the time in Bedfordshire and Milton Keynes. On my return from the conference I’d expected an enthusiastic response, only to find that constituents were dismayed by the Prime Minister’s call to virtue. “You only seem keen on people who fit that narrow template,” one said. “Lots of us here don’t. Why do you think we are living in Milton Keynes?” Inevitably we lost that seat, and in the subsequent general election had a real spanking, which we deserved.
We live in more censorious times now, as we demand higher standards from those in public life than we exercise ourselves. Social media means we are less adept at keeping secrets. We even have the Chancellor putting taxpayers’ money into Killing Kittens, whose raison d’être is running sex parties. So perhaps what lonely MPs far from home really need is some discreet form of Tinder (or Grindr) where they could make a pass safely and maybe get a Swipe Right. That’d really help the Tories, wouldn’t it?"
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