And I say "necessary" because there is an enormous difference between having a widescreen television, and repairing the central heating. I never had a television in my second home throughout my 17 years as an MP. I never had a washing machine – I borrowed somebody else's. I got the crockery from my brother's old vicarage, but each room was painted once, and the exterior twice.When you are spending most of your time in London, you have to pay for someone to cut the grass. Who else was going to cut my grass? The cat?
This is that paragon of Conservative virtue, Ann Widdicombe. Can you smell the foetid sense of entitlement?
Ann, let me explain this to you slowly: my employer expects me to spend lots of time away from home, perhaps not as much as you, but still, a significant amount. I have a small garden. Now, here comes the crucial bit: my employer does not reimburse me for gardening costs while I am away from home. Funnily enough, if my central heating packs up, my employer says "necessary or not, I'm not fucking paying for that!"
What the cunting fuck do you think the taxpayer is, a fucking money tree? I would kick you in your fat cunt if I wasn't so scared I'd lose my shoe, you arrogant, overweening fucking money-grubbing whore.
Update: Ambush Predator is slightly more polite.