We have got our tutus well and truly in a twist over the Simone Clarke ‘affair’. For international readers, this particular tornado in our parochial little teacup concerns the affiliation of one of our more air-headed artistes to our most irksome political outpost, the British National Party (BNP). Put crudely, our prima ballerina has been ‘outed’ as a fascist by our most respectable Guardian newspaper. Unfortunately, underhand infiltration methods of the kind perfected by our BBC’s most excellent and mellow drama Spooks had to be deployed to discover that a previously anonymous woman in the national consciousness had spent £25 of her inflated salary to become a card carrying idiot. Needs must. Has our Darcy ever been more Busselled? Our Margot more Fonteyned? Our Rudolf more Nureyeved? Our Pavlova more, er, laden with passion fruit and clotted cream?
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